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Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

Nicole Lyons

How recklessly we turn from strangers and blindly back to lovers, to nothing.
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Love Path Relationship Stranger Travel
Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
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Dance Intense Lost Love Myself Return
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
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Beautiful Dangerous Eyes Himself Lying Pain
I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
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Break Up End Loss Love Myself Yourself
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
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Break Up End Kiss Myself Relationship Yourself
I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.
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Devil God Magic Myself Sister Word
And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
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Deep Forever Myself Pieces Search
Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
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Afraid Heart Myself Time
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.
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Children Heart Moon Stay Yourself
The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.
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Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.
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Break Challenge Myself Talk Yourself

Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

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Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

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