Melissa Joy Chesky

Dear God,
I tried to talk to you in a different way.
But I think the Christian Prayer Messaging
Isn't working for me.
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“Okay, you’ll only
feel a slight
sting as it
moves through.”
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The fire pulses
Like the many young hearts
Across the universe of tragedy.
And the wind sighs and moans
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I knew she wasn't well,
That forgettable 6 years ago.
She would forget dates,
And other minor things of that sort.
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Everything screams,
"I told you so."
I walk back
Defeated in my own game
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My last strand of straw has been laid,
My last piece of thread has been frayed,
And everything falls, like glass pricks
As I sink low and defeat sticks.
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It's just too risky.
Should I tell you my past?
The odds of you leaving
are too great from me to conceive.
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I want to drink you all away,
All of your words and implications,
The intoxication of asphyxiation
Is too delicious.
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My head's about to meet a fate,
My heart's going to disintegrate.
My eyes have been brought to tears,
My mind has succumbed to its worst fears.
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I hate your nimble fingers and your soft caresses.
I hate your hair and your pronounced cologne.
I hate your eyes and your five o'clock shadow,
And I hate your voice and the words only you could say to make me feel so alone.
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Please just take her and give her peace of mind.
This healing is beyond humanity and human hands.
She needs celestial hands, supernatural repair.
She is going without purpose.
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I see right through you
I know your true intentions
You're not dieting
You're anorexic.
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No
I'm no stranger
to misfortune
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Itching to get out
is a vision.
a vision I see
in every midnight's dream,
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I love my father.
I always will.

We used to play
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I don't want to be
Another teen statistic;
Don't want people that know
Nothing about me to tell
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Oh my
It broke.
I look at it on the floor
Its pathetic little pulse
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In light, I see you at your best
Your bright eyes and your broadened chest.
Your voice is sensual, so craved.
And my heart is so bold, so saved.
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It’s hard to realize
that you’re the only thing I look forward to.
It’s hard to know
that you’re in complete control
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If this is how it must go –
How it must be written,
I will follow accordingly.
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