Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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