She, 

 is not yet an old soul. Such apprenticeship has not yet begun.

Studiously she watches as you cite your second hand wisdom. 

Bested by her innocence,  such familiar nostalgia withers like the thick layer of dust it hides beneath.

Shaken and bruised like brine against an ice cube,  the vermouth of your ideals is poured into an ill fitting glass.

Left feeling dirty you turn to d...

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A Tumblr picture; my first bikini

In the ocean

I had been so proud, disabled and beautiful

That's when you saw my shine

You reached out like a moth to a flame

Too fast, my love, too fast

One makes mistakes

when no one hesitates

Oh how much you have grown my love

Not only have you become the man I saw all along

You have become the man you have always wanted to be

I ...

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Phases.  Transitory time patches

Grouped or characterised by a theme.

A shade, a colour, a tangible

And identifiable sameness.

Consistent, representative.

Phase of fashion. 

Action. 

Musical want. 

Reflecting an idea.

Ethos. 

Perhaps belonging. 

Tribal.  Feral.

Perhaps marking self out as distinct. 

Separating self from the others.

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When he said yes

(but also when she said no)

(not the she that I love now, but the she that I loved then)

I became an open gash with feelings gushing to cover all who cared.
 

When he said yes

(but also when she said no)

My torment twisted and turned in mystifying yet comforting ways.

When he said yes

(but also when she said no).

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