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A Toast to Our Secrets

Updated on October 4, 2014

Thirst.

We couldn't get enough of them, them, them.
Sins buried in our hearts.
Shhh...don't talk.

Let's toast to our secrets
and digest our regrets.
We won't remember this speech in the morning,
but the feeling is what we'll never forget .
No regrets. I know what's important.

Let's toast to 13 years under
the spell of our hell,
our friendship,
and love.
Let's continue to rebel
against everything.
Remember, angels aren't the only ones
who get wings.
Rules were meant to be broken.
Who am I without my soul mate?
What are you without your token?
You know what's important.

Let's toast to our secrets.
Shhh...just sip.

Shit, I mean take it all in.
Chug it down.
Don't breathe,
experience,
or ponder regret.

Just...
Just...

Fucking take it!
I know what's important.

The
last
sip.

Artists.

I'm burning cause you're hurting.
Yo, quit crying. Nobody's perfect.

Take your time, you'll never be alone
cause you'll always have me, me, me.
You've got me!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have taken so much time.
Why'd I let him hurt me
knowing it would hurt you?
My goal had always been
to protect you.

Tainted innocence.

Who would we be without
those we forgot about?
We stood on a pedalstool and watched them
drop beyond our feet.
Not good enough for you,
not thorough enough for me.
We pretend not to be cocky.
Pretend not to be jerks
cause we know, we know
how it feels to have our hearts hurt.
That's how we became cocky jerks.

Ouch.

Hearts on our sleeves
we share t-shirts.
We know what's important.

Mean, pretty, and vicious.

You made me.
Let's not forget how
bitterness raped me.
Shhh...

Toast to 13 years under
God's spell.
Still thrilled by hell
forced to rebel
against everything including ourselves;
but never each other.
No, no...

I'll never test my brother.

Artists.

Just, just, just sip.
Don't hold back
take it all in.
It burns your throat
and hurts your head.
You'll hate yourself in the morning,
but don't ever regret.

Unapologetic.

Forget the words, never forget the feeling.

Shhh...

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      Randi Benlulu 2 years ago from Mesa, AZ

      This is great, very powerful and meaningful. I love the pictures! Thank you for sharing.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Terrific poem Ryem, enhanced even more by the great happy pics.

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      Ryem 2 years ago from Maryland

      Your comments keep me going, thanks so much guys!

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      Audrey Howitt 2 years ago from California

      Powerful piece--really nailed the emotion here

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      Janis Leslie Evans 2 years ago from Washington, DC

      Love it, Ryem. A salute to the secrets within our relationships: the family members, the dynamics, the siblings, friendships. Your words speak loudly of love and survival of relationships and the importance of celebrating the lessons, no matter what. Powerfully expressed, sweet pics. Voted up, beautiful, and interesting.

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      Ryem 2 years ago from Maryland

      Thank you Audrey and Jan!

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