8/6/10

I let go for you
By Ciara Livingston


You are my life.
My air, my words.
The flesh pinned to my bones.

I hold you too close to my heart,
The fear of suffocating,
Death,
Penetrating my every thought.

The slightest movement,
The wind in the trees,
Rushes blood to my wounds.
An angry swarm, calloused lies
Swallowing me alive.

Feeling corrupted,
By the pull of my heart
To hold you near,
The softness of your life
Deep within my skin

The aching need for your joy
Pounds in my veins
I see your face,
Taut with grief
The desire for the world
Slowly dissipating,
Melting through your open hands

I feel the pain
The ache that rips through your bones

The fear that cripples you paints your reason
Ever shining in the dark.

You fill me like a drowning light,
Seeping through the cracks in my mind.


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I am a 19 year old nursing student and have been writing ever since I can remember. I love spending my days when I am not working and doing school, painting, listening to
indie folk music, and of course writing.