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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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 don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
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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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 am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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