Between breaths
When I am broken, raw, and spinning
Between smiles
When I am cut to the quick, not winning
Between moments
When I isolate to sort myself out
Between fixes
When all I want to do is stomp and shout
Between whimpers
When I am just too fucking much for the world
Between heartaches
When I wonder why I can’t just dance and twirl
Between arguments
When I fail to convey the right point
Between looks
When I watch myself disjoint
Between worlds
I am lost, introspective
That is when I need you
Without, I am simply defective.
MelDouleur.com 
Picture goes well this this deep wanting poem… you are opaque….not seen fully…in silhouette…you want to be gotten…understood…known intimately especially by the one you love… love your words dear xo
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Thank you, Philip. It is always nice when I find an image that fits perfectly.
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Lovely. 💜💙💛💚❤️
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Thanks Cinny! 😉
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I like every part of this except the last line, because I know that it is false.
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Perhaps… it was how I was feeling though. ❤ Thank you, Sir!
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Love your way with words ❤
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beautiful – may I add my music piano melody!!
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It’s raw and has a real edge to it. Good work
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Thank you! Sometimes, as I’ve noticed in your work, the best stuff comes from the raw parts we don’t like to expose. 🙂
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It’s a healthy way to explore thoughts and feelings
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This is the kind of raw ‘letting go’ that I still can’t do in my writing. Can I be you when I grow up Mel?
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There is a beautiful rawness to this piece that I simply love. Well done, so very well done
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Thank you Kym!
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