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    Temperature

    He used to make me so hot. Then things became lukewarm. We dropped to a little below room temperature.

    I remember one day we were having a conversation

    And there were words said that got each of us on edge.

    While he managed to make it safely to secure ground

    And I was timidly easing away from the cliff

    He said “chill”

    And I froze.

    I’m insulated now when he’s around.

    Because fuck him.

    I’ll be my own fire.

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    Lovers Anonymous: Part Three- Acceptance

    When did you realize that you were an alcoholic?

    Did you wake up and know that yesterday was your last day of being able to go without your medicine and still be able to function properly?

    When did I become drunk off of you?

    I know that there were days I didn’t need just one more drop of you.

    I vaguely remember them but I know they exist.

    I’ve seen the pictures of myself in times before,

    When you were no more than abstract to me

    And I look alive so I know it was once possible to get by without you.

    I miss that light in my eyes.

    Before it was replaced with glass.

    Glass that exists only to bear the reflection of the damage that bears your name.

    Glass that sometimes feels like the sand that formed it is running beneath my skin.

    Glass that puts my former vulnerability on display.

    Glass that shows that what lies inside is less than half empty.

    When did you realize you were drunk off love?

    I did, the first time I came back.

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    Lovers Anonymous: Part Two – Denial (Tonight)

    Tonight is one of those nights

    When lonely has me cloaked in its embrace

    When I see the appeal of alcohol

    Not to drown my sorrows, but rather to soak up the flavor of this feeling

    To wallow til wrinkled

    Tonight is one of those nights when I desire to not have my craving satisfied

    It’s an itch I don’t want scratched

     

    Tonight I feel for him

    But it’s different.

    I used to want to be wrapped up in him

    Tonight I just wish to wrap him

    Between my legs

    Have him slide between my lips with his lips

    Have his tongue speak to my clit in the language only they can comprehend

    Have him guide me to that peak that I visited for the first time with him

    Tonight I would encourage him to drink

     

    Yes, I feel like something’s missing but it doesn’t hurt.

    There’s no sting, no ache, just a gentle longing for that which is not there

    Tonight I feel for him

    But like last night and the night before and the night before that,

    Tonight he is hers.

    And I’m kind enough to not be selfish.

    Tonight.

     

    Lovers Anonymous: Part One- Hungover

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    Water

    Be careful when you desire to sip from my fountain
    When you come by seeking just one drop
    I am a tsunami
    I will drown you
    Unable to flow tacitly by your town and leave watermarks along your rocks
    I will ruin all you hold dear and leave you swollen

    Be careful when you desire to sip from my fountain

    Not all thirst is meant to be quenched

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    Delightful

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    It’s been a while since this feeling has visited me.

    Its cousins- less impressive and just a tad less charming- have stopped by

    But we didn’t quite hit it off.

    And then, out of nowhere.

    Delight came by.

    And

    I was full.

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