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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.

Stephanie Briar

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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
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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Clothes Cry Ghost Myself Remember
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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Alive Burn Death Dreams Easy Haunt Myself Night Peace
Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry
Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Devil Goodness Myself Remember
He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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Choice Himself Relationship Self Love
If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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Love Myself Relationship Yourself
Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
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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Learning Live Mindset Myself Prison Trade Wings
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Count Dedication Myself Name Relationship Stars Yourself
The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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Eyes Ignition Mischief Myself Relationship

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