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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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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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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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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 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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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
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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