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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.

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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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Comfortable Flower Myself Shape Start Thinking
Hold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
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Feeling Hold Life Oneself Reason Road Stranger
We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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Choice Family Friendship Happiness Life Ourselves Quiet Space
My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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Face Live Love Myself Smile Summer
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow
I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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Floor Grave Moon Ocean Open Sky Yourself
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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Body Known Leaves Life Myself Sunlight Tree
I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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Believe Better Choice Forever Myself Remember
Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Hands Life Myself Place Touch
I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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Enough Ghost Listening Morning Myself Walk
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Catch Myself Name Sadness Water
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Enough Hands Hard Life Love Myself Time
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Dreams Lost Myself Tree Way

Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.

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