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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.

Renee Stone

I wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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Burn Empathy Heart Nature Oneself People Wonder
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word
My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Body Bone Memory Muscle Myself
They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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Dance Light Moon Myself Stars Summer
We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Circle Heart Ourselves Walk
I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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Comedy Day End Happiness Laughter Myself Scripture Search Watch
I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Lost Myself Notice Presence Surround Touch World
You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start
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Artery Chaos Heart Love Move On Myself Start
The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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Hurt Let Go Thinking Try Yourself
When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
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Beginning Bloom Fade Myself Silence Sound
I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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Body Carry Death Museum Myself
I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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Face Happiness Morning Myself Rate Smile Wake Up
Imagine the unknown of what the beings around you cover up and struggle with everyday.
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Day Imagination Struggle Unknown
I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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Cold Escape Fingers Growth Myself Toes
I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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Myself Past Reason Reveal Writing
I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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Chance Hope Myself Page Writing

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