God knows I'm good.

I destroy homes, I tear families apart. I take your children, and that’s just the start.  I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold. The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I’m easily found. I live all around you – in schools, and in town. I live with the rich, I live with the poor. I live down the street, and maybe next door.
If this  scar es you, it certainly should.I have many names, but there’s one you know best.I’m sure you’ve heard of me. My name is Oxycontin. My power is awesome, try me you’ll see. But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go. But try me twice, and I will own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie. You do what you have to, just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms will be be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother, you’ll steal from your dad. When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised. I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids. I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you – your looks, and your pride. I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money. Then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and take til you have nothing more to give. When I’m finished, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned – this is no game. If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind. I’ll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
You won’t be able to lie in your bed. The voices you’ll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the pain your body will feel. I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late. And you’ll know in your heart that you are mine. And we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me. They always do. But YOU came to get me, not me to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told. But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away. If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master, you will be my slave. I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

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❝

I was afraid to love you. No - I was petrified. You would meander over sore wounds and take out old stitches, tisk at the scars I wouldn’t, or couldn’t, let heal. / I would have to be vulnerable. I would need trust, patience, kindness, empathy, will, strength. All things lovers past had exhausted from me. / I was afraid to be loved. No - I was petrified. So hear me when I say this: If you love someone, you must understand that love is really just a delicate synonym for power.

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Never have we been so apart,
Yet so connected by a part.

Connected by our past,

Our time is passing fast.

On my journey of life,

You have always been my wife.

Although life is so unpredictable,

I don’t think you’re more understandable.

I want to enjoy every moment in your presence,

For I have lived too long in your painful absence.

Promise me eternity,

And I’ll promise you a new reality.

Come let us explore one another,

Like we have to no other.

Limitless love lies,

Depthless depths dies.

Us, you, and me.

That’s all we have to be.

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I sit before flowers
 hoping they will train me in the art
 of opening up.

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❝

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

— Clementine von Radics, ”Mouthful of Forevers” (via waydowntown)

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