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In the shadows of our love's inception, Your faithlessness cast a chilling reflection. To a place of darkness, cold and damp, You led me, with your heart like a clamp. Frozen in the icy grip of your deceit, I bore the burden, silent and discreet. Each riddle you posed, a quiet plea, For forgiveness, perhaps, to set us free. Yet I remained, tethered to your side, Bound by duty, unable to hide. Years passed in silence, frostbite's sting, Until I forgot why I wore love's ring. But now I break free from your icy hold, No longer chained by stories untold. For in the warmth of my own heart's embrace, I find the strength to leave this desolate place. No more shall I linger in the cold of your lies, For in leaving you, my spirit truly flies. Though memories linger, I'll forge ahead, In search of love that's faithful instead.

#memories #sadgirl

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I've got a river running right into you I've got a blood trail, red in the blue Something you say or something you do A taste of the divine

You've got my body, flesh, and bone, yeah The sky above, the earth below

Raise me up again Take me past the edge I want to see the other side

See the other side

You've got my body, flesh, and bone The sky above, the earth below

Raise me up again Take me past the edge I want to see the other side

Won't you show me what it's like? Won't you show me what it's like?

Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cast me off? Or maybe just to turn me on 'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man Or maybe make a good girl bad

I've got a river running right into you I've got a blood trail, red in the blue Something you say or something you do The taste of the divine

You've got my body, flesh, and bone The sky above, the earth below Nothing to say and nowhere to go A taste of the divine

Songwriters: Adam Pedder, Leo George Faulkner

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A Journey through Love and Time

The day arises, a baby watched in a sonogram,

I walked out that office, guilt inside, a heavy gram.

Fell to my knees, burdened by choices I'd made,

My partner knelt beside me, lifting the weight laid.

Our child, an angel, perfect in every way,

I saw him before birth, in the light of day.

He knew the room, even before his first breath,

Choosing his mommy, defying life's death.

His presence, a beacon, amidst the unknown,

In his tiny frame, love fully grown.

With each tender gaze, a bond unfurled,

A mother's love, the greatest in the world.

Through trials and triumphs, we journeyed on,

In his laughter and tears, our hearts were drawn.

For he, our precious gift, a love to behold,

In his innocence, life's stories told.

So as time unfolds, and memories accrue,

In his eyes, reflections of skies so blue.

For he chose us, in that sacred space,

A bond unbreakable, in love's embrace.

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To live a life unbound by the search for soul mates, divine timing, or eternal karmic connections is to experience a profound freedom. Free from the need for permanence in love or the idea of a twin flame burning forever, we open ourselves to endless possibilities of connection and growth. In releasing these expectations, we find the true essence of love in its purest form—a love that is liberating and boundless, allowing us to embrace every moment fully and authentically.

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Choice of Love and Clarity

In the shadows of choice, an angel pleaded,

Yet I, burdened, my steps impeded.

Obedience weighed heavy, a shackle unseen,

But still, I chose you, amidst beauty's sheen.

You, the thief of my breath, my heart's decree,

Yet vanished, a specter, never more to see.

Attempts to reconnect, to bridge the divide,

Met with resistance, my resolve fortified.

Albums and closets, artifacts of past,

I refuse to be a memory that won't last.

Your desires, they wane, in the face of truth,

While mine, unwavering, seek eternal youth.

I read your emails, their honesty stark,

Amidst juvenile antics, a light in the dark.

You ran to her, in moments of grace,

Accusing me, yet I stayed in my place.

Our love, a chasm, of clarity sought,

In slow motion, time's embrace, we're caught.

I adored you, with a love pure and true,

But clarity, alas, was my sole due.

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You're watching the official music video for Chicago - "Hard To Say I'm Sorry" from the album 'Chicago 16' (1982)

2:10-2:13 "Ooo wee!"

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Lilly, your micro fiction combines the symbol of a single rose and the heartbreak of rejection or being with someone who is not good to you. The fragility of the stem lying on a cement doorstep, the fragility of the girl, waiting to be let in. The poetic way you capture the way it feels to think about this is haunting — flashes of specifics whip us into the protagonist’s world. Then your poetry swirls us away, keeping us hovering above the bushes, wishing better for our wilting and clipped rose.

Morgan Dorian

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Hello Lil, I'm happy to see your contribution to the forum! Your microfiction is heartfelt, exuding evident passion, and it achieves narrative arc with its return to the rose but with a shift from the literal to the figurative. The early use of apostrophe (the interrogative second sentence) establishes intimacy in the voice. And you also demonstrate courage in using your name in the dialogue, making clear a thin line between author & narrator. Kudos!

Professor Martin Pousson

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I've known it all along, the 5 L's.

8:40-8:47 There is too much to share, too much to show.

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Gilded Streets

Flash Fiction/Microfiction

Word count: 298 

It was our college town, its streets gilded by city lights. Was I as golden? I wore shorts with stockings in the winter chill. My hair felt long as I trudged out of the bar, my voice hoarse, still in love with you. Alone in the cold, I left my friend behind, unaware of roles. Standing in line to purchase your rose, a frat boy questioned me, the type who'd beat you up for sleeping with their girl. 'Is that for your boyfriend?' He bullied. 'You don’t know him,' I stammered. Yes, the same store where we were caught wearing pajamas by girls you knew. Girls! I would complain. I wished our love was enough. We were found in our comforts buying a salad at midnight. What would the store’s footage reveal? It would show my lack of tolerance, my insecurity that night, and for some time. Drunk, I may have cried trying to walk. It was the only way to place a flower on your porch step. I knocked once, hid twice, held my breath, and counted to three until I heard you sigh. I thought I did something wrong again. Unable to stand, I lay instead. The cement was cold, but it warmed me. I contemplated sleeping until you spoke, 'Lil?' Emerging from behind a bush, I felt too small, having lost much weight. Beautiful and ugly at once, you let me in, preparing to love me in the only way you knew how physically. I couldn't stop weeping until my friend found me. Though I had shared where I’d be, she heard me, but I had more to say. I didn't want to leave, but to lay, like your single rose, without water, without a vase, I too shall weather, first struck by your thorns.

Reflection

I realized he was running away from things within himself. It felt like I was holding up a mirror to him, urging him to confront his truth, but he couldn't handle that level of accountability. His actions made me doubt myself and question the difference between love and lust.

*This relationship wasn't toxic. However, it did trigger my codependency.

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