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Ashes to Ashes

There was a fire in your eyes and I wanted to
burn

I gave you my body, asking nothing in return

The flames grew higher as I started to fall

I didn’t know that you didn’t want me at all

For months and months I walked on coals

Wearing out my feet, wearing out my soul

You burnt through the flesh of so many women

But kept our flame lit, even when you were with them

I grew cold inside but warm to your touch

Standing near your flame became too much

My body was addicted but my skin was too weak

Tried to capture your heart, tried to turn down the heat

But I saw another fire flicker in your eyes

It burnt for her love; she changed your mind

She won the match that ignites your flame

As you throw me a lighter and walk away

Watching you love her is gasoline

Ashes to ashes, dousing my dreams

Watching you hold her is wind and rain

Dry ice in my lungs, nothing but pain

Burnt alive, from the outside in

I should have stopped it before it began

Reinforcements were built around my walls

But even burnt cement crumbles and falls

And as I sweep up the ashes from my cremated heart

I’ll try to find remains and unbranded parts

Anything that can identify who I used to be

To the woman who once loved you, R.I.P.

-DLM (12.17.15)

Battles with Insomnia 

The dilemma of exhaustion. Late at night, when my eyes are heavy and I should be sleeping, each blink is a battle. I’m fighting a war against my dreams – I’m fighting to stay awake. I’m terrified of my dreams – yes, my dreams – not my nightmares.

My dreams are beautiful. Filled with love, hope and warmth. Dreams of better days where I’m living in a place I love, working a career I love – in a body I love. After my perfect workday is complete, I go home to a family who is ecstatic to see me.

No, it’s not my nightmares terrifying me – it’s not nightmares keeping me awake. It’s my dreams. Because when I wake from them the next morning, I wake to the harsh reality they were only dreams; dreams in a far away place I can only go to at night while I sleep alone. When I wake up, I wake up happy and when I realize it’s not real I start the day with a broken heart.

Every night I continue my fight, the battle of insomnia. When my eyes can’t stay open any longer – when they finally give in and close – I can only wish for kindness from my subconscious mind. I can only hope it will be kind enough to allow me a nightmare, just for tonight.

  • The Dalema. February 3, 2016

The Kind of Night

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It’s the kind of night when I don’t want to be alone. The kind of night when I wish we could sit on the couch watching TV, talking and laughing – enjoying a glass of new wine together.

I’d like to fall asleep in your arms. I’d like to wake up with my head on your shoulder. But you aren’t here – we haven’t met yet.

If that’s the case, search for me.

Or maybe we have met and you let me go or you aren’t holding on.

If that’s the case, fight for me – don’t let me go.

Because I need you. I’ve needed you for a long time.

I know who I am alone, and I love who I am. But this life is lonely and the successes – the tests of character and the obstacles – they’re all pointless when there’s no one there to share them with.

– The Dalema. January 26, 2016

The greatest of all the dilemmas in life
is not taking the chance to live before we die.

  • The Dalema. January 19, 2016

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