I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.

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Saint

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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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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Summer
I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.

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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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Pieces
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Fake
I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.

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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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Known Leaves Sunlight
Please come here, but not too close.

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Please come here, but not too close.
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Near
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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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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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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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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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.

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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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Hold
There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.

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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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Way
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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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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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.

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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known
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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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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Name Sadness
I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.

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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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Floor
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.

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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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Wave
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.

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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Move

I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.

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