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no more running

I am out of breath,
My knees are scrapped,
My clothes torn.
My hair is in knots,
My vision blurry,
And I run away from life.

Until I stop.

You carry me away on your wings,
Your voice says the magic words.
I am desirable, beautiful, valuable.
I deserve your love, your smile, your time.
And the healing begins, within.
Everyone who looks at me can see that I am not running anymore.

You caught me.

Nothing will stay the same.
My smile is brighter.
My thoughts are lighter.
The melody in my heart plays louder
And the fire in my soul sparked a long lost passion.
There is no need to run any further.

I fall; you catch me.
I run; you stop me.
I freeze; you hold me.
I doubt; you love me.
You love me?
You love me!
I love you!

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Goodbye, my lover

Saying goodbye without feeling a crack in ones heart, is like standing in a museum that is missing its art.
All things happen for a purpose and a reason, like the snow and the blossoms on the tree that appear each season.
Let’s not mourn or be sad, let’s celebrate the good moments we had.
Memories that will guide us through lonely moments, some will let us forget our internal torments.
Goodbye never really is goodbye. Sometimes it’s just another way to say ‘Hi’.
From now on, when I see red and black, and blue and white, my darkest mood will be bathed in light.
That’s your doing, wonderful man, and in a way, I will always be your woman.
And now, although I wish it wasn’t so, I say goodbye and with one last gentle kiss I urge you to go.

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Tell me it’s not over

I cried myself to sleep last night. And when I woke up this morning, the tears were back too.
I’m on my own. Please, tell me it’s not over.
My heart is breaking and every emotion it had carefully locked in, is spilling out of my eyes.
Throw me a line. Please, tell me it’s not over.

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Not afraid of the dark

I was never afraid of the dark.
But then you stepped into my life.
Now I am scared shitless that the light you are will fade.
I never carried a lot of light.
But you are there now.
And I am scared that the dark will come back to claim me.
I knew darkness.
I am scared of the unknown.

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always wandering

I walk through the searing fire, if you call me from the other side.
I swim through the freezing ocean, if you made the tide.
I climb the highest mountains, if you are waiting at the top.
Because to be with you, nothing will make me stop.
Seven days and seven nights, I stay awake for you.
There aren’t many things I wouldn’t do.
But only if you treat me like a queen;
Like the most precious flower ever seen.
If you are an ass to me,
I will set you free.
Whenever you call me, I will come.
No journey will ever be too long.
I will travel over land and sea and even touch the clouds,
And in the end, I will conquer the crowds.
Ages ago, our fragments were blown apart.
But upon meeting again, our souls were pulled out of the dark.
Hand in hand we walk toward the promised light,
And our bodies unite anew each and every night.
Every holes are filled – heart, mind and soul.
There’s only one; only you, who can make me whole.

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Ghost

I am a ghost waiting for you. As you enter the dark, I become your guide.
I am a ghost lingering in the background when all is well. When it’s not, you turn to me.
I am a ghost. You know I am there but you can’t see me.
I am a ghost in your world. A phantom no one knows.
I am a ghost and when you can’t talk, I understand.
I am a ghost waiting for you. And when you need me, I become real.

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I can’t be if being means living without you

every time I see you, my heart bleeds.

the bleeding can only be stopped with your touch.

the ache inside will only vanish if you suck it out of my pores.

 

I miss you so much that I fear if I ever stop missing you, I will disintegrate.

 

and I don’t want to be addicted to your scent.

and I don’t want to miss you in my dreams.

and I don’t want to be yours. That’s a lie. Because I do.

 

but you made me feel. you freed me. you saved me. and now you caged me again.

 

even when you are near, you are far away.

and my heart keeps missing. you.

and I will never be if I am without you.

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beating heart, baby

Sometimes, my heart starts beating faster for no reason

and I imagine that someone special, someone connected to my inner turbulence,

is thinking of me.

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That, or I should have my heart checked. And drink my coffee less strong.

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Sunday morning musings

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As soon as perceived perfection is achieved, it is not perfect enough anymore and we strive for something else.
More.
Always more.
Paradise doesn’t exist as long as we can’t accept it when we see it.
True love stays a myth as long as we destroy every meaningful relationship with our need for more.

Catherine Micqu xx

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Broken promises

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Broken promises.

J’ai fait une promesse
And I broke it
Ton coeur fragile
I couldn’t keep it together.

J’ai fait une promesse
But I never stood a chance
Ton dernier sourire
Forever in my soul.

J’ai fait une promesse
I wasn’t there
Tes yeux pâles
Haunting my dreams.

J’ai fait une promesse
Bitter tears of goodbye
Ton âme disparue
Forever alone.

***A mix of French and English. It had to be done like this.***

Catherine Micqu xx

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Set me free

Through the open window the breeze comes in.
It settles on my naked skin.
You’re close, closer than you’ve ever been.
I can feel it – within.

Your presence seeps into me.
You will never set me free.

The night hides your daily dose of pain.
I would take it off you, but every time I try, it is in vain.
I wait for you; each and every night, again and again.
You became the most tenacious, reappearing part on me – a stain.

You’re more than I will ever be.
You will never set me free.

No begging and pleading will make these memories go away.
And even when our bodies part and our souls go astray,
There will always be a reason why we met that day.
And a reason why I couldn’t stay.

You are nothing more than a distant fading memory.
One, that will never set me free.

Catherine Micqu xx

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The reality of my dream

Lost in the scary reality of this dream.
You are there but you don’t recognise me.
You look at me but you don’t see me. And I call your name and wave my arms.
To no avail.
And I realise; in your world, I am only a dream.

I wake up with a start.
Drenched in sweat, the sheets are in a bunch around my ankles.
I turn to you for comfort.
But you are not here.
You never were.
And I realise; in my world, you are only a dream.

I wish our dreams could merge.
You would see me.
I would find comfort.
Reality would be less empty.
Dreams would be less deceiving.
It could be a place we call home.

Catherine Micqu xx

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And when you call

I read your sensual words. I can’t deny the affect they have. The slight blush and the heat that wanders from my core to my center. I press my knees together. Blissful, tormenting heat.

I hear your voice. You called. And I hear the affect I have on you too. You sound breathless and your voice is higher. More heat spreads inside me. Blissful, tormenting heat. And it is your doing.

Your voice utters more words. My body reacts. You know it does. And as I follow your orders and give my own, I giggle. Yes, I giggle. Because you know the right words and the way they affect me. Goose flesh spreads all over my skin.

Wandering hands. Rustling sheets. Hushed voices on the phone, and heated skins. Words. Demanding. Sweet. Begging. More. And you know how to pleasure me.

The magic words. The ones that never disappoint. The order comes. I hear it and imagine your ragged breath against my ear. Your hands on me. Those words. Just two. Deeply affecting me. **** *****

Fire in my veins. Devouring pleasure. Trembling. Pulsating. Inside. Outside. And still your voice in me. Urging me on. Can’t stop now. The tension that once lived inside is soaking my fingers. Your words released me.

I can’t move. I can’t think. There are no words. Silence. Your silence is just as affecting as your words. Your erratic breath tells me everything I need to know. I affect you too.

For a moment, the world ceases to exist. Just you. Me. Our breaths. Our silence. Shared words that don’t need to be said. Subsiding heat. Fading tension. A chuckle. Two more words. And the call ends.

Catherine Micqu xx