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    dots Submission Name: Safety Netdots

    Author: Anticlownperson
    ASL Info:    16/f/nowhere land
    Elite Ratio:    3.29 - 248/390/118
    Words: 556
    Class/Type: Poetry/Friendship
    Total Views: 1131
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       Written for a girl who I hold close as one of my greatest friends, and who I have yet to meet in person.

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    If I could soak up every tear and drop of blood youíve shed, Iíd be drowning in my own ineptitude.

    Iíve never known how to hold someone and keep the demons at bay, never known how to caress the sunlight inside my skin and make my smile expand to fill a room the way you do.

    Iím better suited to hurting than to comfort and Iíve battered too many souls to count and yet they keep coming back for benediction like I can erase their sins when I havenít yet had the chance to commit my own.

    You canít know how many times Iíve envied your faults, your stumbling teenage philosophy written on the faded and peeling wallpaper and moth-eaten curtains on the walls and windows of your mind.

    You are salvation and promise and all the things I wish I could be for myself.

    You want to take care of everyone else, but when theyíve all been seen to, whoís left to take care of you?

    Comforting you is like piecing together our fragile teenage geometry so that we fit together like weíve never been apart, even though weíve never been together in our lives.

    You count your worth in the number of months youíve gone without cutting while I count your worth in the number of times youíve made me smile since we met, and honey, I stopped counting months ago.

    You view yourself through lenses made dark by pain and failure and promises you couldnít keep even to yourself, but the rest of the world sees you bathed in the light from the rainbow-coloured lights strung up in your wake like stained-glass cathedral windows thrown open in the sunlight, you can hear the gospel singing, and itís all because of you.

    Heaven has been waiting for someone like you to show them what holiness really looks like because youíre more of a savior than Jesus could ever be. I would bow at your feet if only I knew how to kneel without breaking.

    You have shown me your soul, opened up your ribcage and revealed your heart and all itsí imperfections and I have never met anyone who fills the very definition of beauty like you do.

    You mark yourself down for all the times youíve slipped, backtracked, failed to be anything more than human, and I love you all the more because of it.

    Fear no failure, because your fall will be just as glorious as your raised head, eyes glaring defiance into the soul of anyone who dares doubt you.

    You have not risen so high that you see nothing but clouds, and for that I place you on this pedestal, higher than all others, because you deserve to be praised for this.

    You have inspired me more times than you realise, kept me breathing when life tried to choke me, and youíve done it all from a million miles away.

    So fear nothing, live as you have and love all as I love you, and when it gets too hard, remember this and stand tall, head high, arms thrown wide in the sunlight, and when the edge finally takes you by surprise, revel in your fall and when you reach the bottom, Iíll catch you.

    Submitted on 2007-11-26 09:42:33     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I really want to cry, though I'm smiling all the while. This...this is moving. Poetry truly written from the heart has this sort of music to it, the kind you can hear in your head while you read. This piece has that. Bravo, and she's a lucky girl to have you as a friend.
    | Posted on 2007-11-26 00:00:00 | by SanctityExposed | [ Reply to This ]

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