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I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.

Nicole Lyons

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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Comfortable Feeling Myself Pain
I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
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Break Myself Yourself
I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
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Eyes Face Force Myself See Smile
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
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
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
One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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Death Fall Grace Myself Pieces
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
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories Yourself
I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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Easy Kiss Lips Myself
Whatever it is that stirs your soul listen to that. Everything else is just noise.
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Listening Noise Soul Yourself
I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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Death Lose Myself Try
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
Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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Alone Heart Memories Myself Regret Service
She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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Eat Heaven Life Myself Taste Thinking Time

I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.

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