Rachel Henley Poems

The mattress we shared, the vessel of our passion.
Our hearts combined in such a lustful fashion.
You placed your wedding ring on the bedside table.
But with out guilty consciences we were both unable.
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I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
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You taught me to run with scissors.
I broke all the rules under the influence.
We always knew it was going to end badly.
Still I persisted to defy all regulations.
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We danced under the telephone wires.
Opposite the cafe, under the traffic lights.
Red, amber, green.
Your laughter resuscitated the streets.
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She was my escape.
The breath into my lungs.
That aeroplane that takes me to the exotic.
On a summers day, the refreshing rain.
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I built you a house with words,
in hopes it may come true.
For deep down I know that dreams,
won't be enough for you.
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The seat next to me is always free,
no one sits here,
you can borrow my favorite pen,
the one I had for my sixteenth birthday.
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Over and over in my head,
a dream banging like a tribal drum,
I wish for it so dearly,
my heart slowly begins to numb.
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I cannot change the past but you still blame me anyways,
Is this how your going to love me for the rest of days?
Erasing pages of my soul to fix what is broke,
Asking me where does my heart go at nightfall.
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Def leppard on your dad's CD player,
Kick off the sheets,
naked, head to feet.
Hand on headboard,
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