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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?

Stephanie Briar

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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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As 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”.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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 count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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