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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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 was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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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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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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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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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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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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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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