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My missing you, my wanting you, my needing you still, my hurting, my longing, my tears spill. My loneliness, my happiness, it´s all been said before, my wishing and praying you´d just walk in the door. My love for you, my dreams of you oh if it could only be, then I´d turn back the hands of time and you´d still be here with me. By Suzanne Karbach                                      19th July 2014

You drown yourself in liquid sorrows, letting the salty mess burn your wounds, and the sadness to drip in your mouth, consuming your words and you say you deserve the pain, but I want to dry your face, and whisper in your ear how the clouds cry too, while they hold such beauty, and so do you.

I want to cure you from Your ill thoughts – a sick way Of thinking. Let me cure you: You were always the prettiest With an open throat 

Do you necessarily have to Put the journal and scissor In front of my face? If I am not allowed to have my plate Under my nose - Then why did you have to Give me the meat bloody? I feel queasy. What you let me choke down So merciful Is now knotting in my stomach. I want to remove the Disgusting chunks of flesh Out of my system. (Feeding on humans for lust Isn’t written in my genetic code) I do not push your buttons I just want to have the minimum Of space that you admit to me. You tell me We wouldn’t eat yet- But everyone around Is already swallowing and devouring The other people. Everyone but you. We just do not eat  yet. I