I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
STEPHANIE BRIARAs if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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