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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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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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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry
Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Blood Eyes Light Ourselves Stars Story
The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time
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
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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Accident Hope Light Myself
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
I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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