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  1. BelovedDreamer

    BelovedDreamer Well-Known Member

    I can tell you all the secrets of a used and broken heart
    Wrap it up tight for you
    Tie it with a pretty pink bow.
    I can show you the scars that life leaves on us
    The Trail of Tears from here to nowhere
    A desert at the end and a lost home at our back.
    I can tell you that you’ll never actually know me
    Because the things I don’t tell
    Are the things that matter the most.
    But then that tends to be true of everyone
    We’re each losing a little bit of ground, day by day,
    As our quiet fears and hauntings rot inside us.
    All the battered pieces of which we compose ourselves
    They don’t make a pretty picture
    And all the arches and corners never seem to meet.
    How I loathe being damaged goods
    Unwanted and unable to change
    Unwilling to lie any more just to make my way.
    I have touched with tender fingertips
    My bruised edges and my jagged losses.
    They taste of different people and my fingers tremble.
    I’ve made my decisions and I’ll do my best to live with them
    But I don’t know where to go from here
    And my breath can’t quite reach the bottoms of my lungs.
    And I can’t quite touch the feeling in my head
    Or remember how I used to do it
    And from moment to moment I forget what I’m trying to do.
    First things first, We’ve gotta take the baby steps
    In an unraveling world
    you’ve gotta start with stopping the deconstruction.
    Talk to me and listen for the things I cannot say
    Tell me what happened and I’ll try
    To untangle the mess we’ve made.
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    I cannot possibly say which lines I like the best, so I quoted them all.

    "And my breath can’t quite reach the bottoms of my lungs."
    ...maybe this one captures it the most - terrifying panic attacks which I suffer from when I wake up to a new dawn each day and yet all it does it threaten. I can't remember how I used to do it either...

    "...the things I don’t tell
    Are the things that matter the most."


  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    "how I loathe being damaged goods"

    That line really resonates deep in my soul. I too feel as if I'm "damaged goods", but hell, I've found some of the best bargains in the "seconds" and "defects" departments!!:rolleyes: So I guess I'll just live with the knowledge that I'm perfect in my imperfection.

    Dearly Beloved, you have such a wonderful way with such lovely lonely words. I just have to love you, you sound like someone I could be best friends with!

    Please don't ever stop sharing your thoughts and feelings with us. I need to hear you express your/my feelings so beautifully...

    love, your friend,:smile:


    PS; when I first read the title I thought you were referring to Maurice Ravel - of Ravel's Bolero, ya know... one of my favorite pieces of music!
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