To all my past lovers, I wanted to share some gratitudeFor without you I wouldn't be who I am, complex and alive for sureSo if you are one of these people I cared to invite close to meBe it in a bed, a couch, an email or on a treeNo matter if we just fucked, or kissed or staredIf we were engaged, or in your engaged me in a dreamLet these words carry the acknowledgement of my pastLet these show that their imprint still lastsThanks for the kisses, these promises of something soft,For hugging me when I was anxious and cryingFor waking me up with a cuddle when it's cold, and letting me get on, learning to be sexyThanks for the tongue, what an amazing muscle after all,For letting me bite you in the neck when pleasure overwhelmed meThanks for the long talks, before after and during sex, for the laughter and for the sweatThanks for letting it happen on the shores of the Loch Ness,Thanks for treating my breasts as if they where precious gemsFor grabbing my hair firmly and making me feel so femaleThanks for the dream of adventure, of a long stretch of steppe,For the long letters that made me cry and wanna screamThanks for making me feel alive with hope and tears, thanks for not being there when I hoped to meet youThanks for believing me when I wanted to make it last foreverThanks for making me discover the joys of giving pleasure, oh, the sweet taste of blackcurrant syrup over your body, and the game, the play, the smiles and the teasingFor improving my immunity, with all that body contactThanks for making me challenge my complexes and for taking initiativeFor surprising me, and for giving it a tryFor hurting me in the end, because it still was worth itAnd you made me feel aliveThanks for lending me that computer when I needed it for universityAnd for bringing a rose on my birthday with threaded sausages on its stemThanks for those first roses when I was 16 - I dried them and still have them in an oil lampThanks for being my first kiss, even if your sister paid us and you turned out to be gayThanks for allowing me to be your only girlfriend, before you died falling off a staircaseThanks for telling me you loved me, even if you didn't (but don't do it again)Thanks for teaching me about free love, and dissolve jealousyThanks for showing me how girls love, or discovering it with meThanks for the Phantom of the Opera - in dreams you cameThanks for the backseat, the pine forest ... and the infamous Paella :)Out on a sexercice mat, our own rituals, our own intimacy thanks for composing symphoniesThanks for kicking me out of your life, and making me learn to accept itThanks for being a bitch I still want my pillow talks with,And for finally coming to me (I thank you in advance)Thanks for crying in my arms because weakness has its strengthsFor making me feel beautiful, strong and sublimeThanks for the slides down the snowy hills behind my parents' houseFor letting me earn all your best marbles and giving me your stamp collectionThanks for the wine, the mushrooms, the LSDThanks for smoking that one cigarette with meThanks for making me read Tolkien and listen to BachFor making me rip the shower curtain at your apartmentThanks for showing me how to get food in the trashAnd thanks for your patience while trying to help me in mathsFor saving me from the waters of St-Lawrence River in JanuaryBy opening your door in Montreal when I planned to jump in GaspéThanks for not insisting that we have a baby, and for telling me you don't want anyFor the day that I read a pregnancy test and was relieved and drowned in depression stillThanks for the rape, my dear boyfriendsThe one I received, the one I gaveThe violence of these lessons cannot fadeThanks for killing me a bit with sex, when all I needed was to die a bitWhen I didn't like myself and my body was my only link to this worldThanks for asking me to marry you, because I'm a princess and a frog at the same timeThanks for beating me up once, and never drink again in front of meThanks for holding my hand and letting me crunch your fingers as I climaxedThanks for not having sex with me, and still kiss me and care for meOh and by the way ! Thanks for running away ! Inspiring me to go to universityGet top grades and read, read, read.Thanks for that year where I watched 236 movies to be a better girl for youFor the blog, for the inn, for the love of SteppenwolfThanks for your blue hair, your dreads, your balding headFor being so small, so tall, so bold and so shyThanks for teaching me respect and to go beyond my complexesThanks for the friendship before, during and after we toed the line togetherFor not calling me a whore when I depreciated myself, and believing experience is a plusRather than being a conservative prick telling me I'm nothing but a dollBecause I can give joy, hope, faith and life with that body of mineWith intimate touch and thoughts I can keep us afloatI can teach you everything I know... but I'd now nothing without you.Thanks my lovers, thanks for making me grow---
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