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A man who tore at my mind
like a half-forgotten dream;
pieces of ideas burning,
tugging my thoughts to him as a child.
For a moment, the present would not exist;
our world of dreams more real
than the world around me.  Another gift
from him to me.

I remember late phone calls,
strung together as lanterns;
the only thing
that brightened the winter in my heart.
I was a risk not many would have taken,
with tears caught in my throat
and a howling in my head.
You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a respirator.

I still have tears trapped in my throat
and I gasp for air occasionally
but the howling has grown faint.
Sometimes a man tugs at my mind again,
demanding remembrance;
I remember lanterns
and a world of dreams, all our own.
I was woken up by an idea and started writing it down before I even knew what was going on.
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sleeplessjewel Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2011
I love "You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a breathing machine."
So true x
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sleeplessjewel Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2011
I love - "You gave me air
when I couldn't find my lungs
but love isn't a breathing machine"
So true x
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Vesiculae Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2010
You are completely and fully able to write great poems once again. This was proof.

Thank you for making me feel through poetry for the first time in quite a while.
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