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Dedicated to the One I Love

Poetry By: aaihalbs

Alright, I stole the title from The Mamas and the Papas, but they won't mind. This is the poem I wrote for my boyfriend/bestfriend's funeral. I wasn't sure if I should put it up here or not because it's more of a personal thing and I wasn't sure if anyone would understand it. People always seem to want to know the gruesome details, so I guess you should know he took his own life. I know the poem doesn't sing his praises, but if you knew me/him you would think it was the nicest thing ever :). As all relationships, ours was complicated. Also, quinine is a treatment for malaria and no one seems to know that. As always, I hope you enjoy.

Submitted:Aug 3, 2010    Reads: 142    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   

You were my paradox,
My mismatched sock,
I understood neither.

Once my Catch-22,
The quinine and the flu,
The fire in my fever.

Malaria gone wild,
Agony was our child,
You alone held the cure.

Delirious with delusion,
You're my favourite intrusion,
The sickness I endure.

The plague in my purity,
A blanketless security,
Adding up to a palindrome.

Sickness worked outwards,
Backwards or forwards,
You were my only home.

It takes two to be twisted,
On my own I can't entwine,
You were the evil in my everything,
But mostly you were mine.

- dedicated to Edison Evans-Ray, May 5th 1990 - July 16th 2010


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