EMMA JAKOBSEN
Let the more loving one be me
Contents 4 Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
7 I liked making him weak
8 He would be my eternal ruining
10 Redemption tasted like him
Whatever our souls are made of,
Whatever our souls are made of, HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME His lips crashes down upon my own, and I did nothing to stop him. I reveled in the familiar feeling, and the complete feeling of home - but all good things have to end sometime. And so, I pulled away. He looked at me wistfully and pressed his forehead to mine. It was a feeling so complete, that no other form of intimacy or connection, physical or emotional, could ever create it.
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Whatever our souls are made of,
“Was this your plan, to make sure that I had no one else in my life but you, and then you could cheat all you wanted, but you knew I wouldn’t – no couldn’t – leave?”
FAITH My darling does it hurt for you as well?
can feel life swallowing me whole
When you think off all the things we used to be
The world without you was once meek and bleak
And all the thing that we could have been
But now that I am free of you manipulating
No one ever held me the way you did
manifestations and your hypnotic ways
And no one ever will because you ruined that
I will never eat rotten apples and call them candy
whenever I get touched by another
again!
I will compare every prod and look to the way you used to do it, and nothing will compare!
When I am alone I will revel in knowing that you will never be whole without me
I should have known that no one would ever
You took something from me
compare
Something I cherished – my faith!
To the magical fairy tale, we created
My faith oh how I miss you!
We created a mythology just for us
You took that from me and I shall forever be
Filled
with
bittersweet
ambrosia
kisses
and
tempting touches
You said that we would never have to fear life For life was ours for the taking but as we move I
grateful that while you have my faith I will always have your power
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I liked making him weak
WEAKNESS
I liked making him weak in the same way i liked peeling the glass off an old phone screen Every move ruining just a little more His weakness on his knees caused me nothing short of pleasure a pleasure so cruel I never wanted to feel again But also never wanted to be without
The sight of him kneeling before me was a sight so beautiful i wanted to sculpt it Paint it And portray in every possible way No feeling would ever match that of him giving everything to me
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He would be my Sitting there, loking at the life I had built around hum the tears finally started. I wouldn’t have built my life around another person, if I didn’t think it would last the rest of my life,
eternal
actually it was stupid to build your life around anyone for any reason, because stuff like this would happen
ruining
OPTIONS
I could always leave but he was the only thing in
I could leave but where would that leave me
my life i would ever care enough about to leave
Out on the street?
No other person could make me fell as sublime
In another man’s sheets?
And then neglect me the next moment
Or even in the house where I grew up where the
Did you know that a person going through a
empty promises would follow me like the stench
breakup experiences the same withdrawals as an
left from an infection
old cocaine addict? So instead i live here hanging off his every word That was how i felt every time he would turn
and every command
around and focus his attention anywhere but me
Like an old dog long forgotten longing for the
His eyes on mine would bring me to the high of
attention of its oblivious keepers
the next fix
Winning small battles of flirting with oblivious
And I was powerless to stop the adoration running
men that would give me his undivided attention
through my blood
for just a few measly seconds
How I could ever imagine living without that
It was better than the alternative of living without
feeling was beyond me
my fix of him for the rest of my too long life
Redemption tasted
Redemption tasted LIKE HIM
You were the only one I would ever love
My life would be so different if not for your
You might not believe me when I say this, but you
intervention
were the love of my life
Instead of nights filled with my best friend and
Forget all the others you might think me interested
laughs while kissing it would be bleak and without
in
anything to make me stay
You kept me in this world and I am forever
So no matter how jealous you may get always
thankful of that
remember that you were my first love and you will be my last No one will ever measure up when I compare their every touch and every tone to their voice None off them will be you
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We talked in the small hotel room for hours; sometimes we yelled at each other, other times he held me as I cried. It reminded me of the nights we used to have, and I dreaded going home.
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