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Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.

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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Death Fast Fly Live Love
In an endless universe, she needed space.
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Herself Need Space Universe
She’s like turning on the radio and hearing a brand new song.
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Brand Herself Music Radio Song
I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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Drink Drugs Morning Myself
It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.
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Forever Hate Love Myself
With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
I’m just a daydream. I don’t even know what I really am.
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Dreams Existence Myself
This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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Broken Heart Heart Myself
He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.
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Cage Freedom Myself Open
She could be anything. But she’s just a girl with a broken heart.
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Broken Heart Herself
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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Destroy Meaning Philosophy Search
She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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Artist Myself Poetry Sex
She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.
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Eyes Myself Romance Sex Stars
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.
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Eyes Glow Hairs Myself Surprise Wake Up
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Fed Herself Love Myself Sex
Failures often become art. And art can never fail.
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Art Failure Myself Wisdom
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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Deep Guilty Let Go Repeat
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
Women are beautiful. But some are made of hell.
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Beautiful Hell Woman
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Poem Talk Voice Yourself
I hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.
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Hate Relationship Yourself
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance

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