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.
SCHUYLERYes, 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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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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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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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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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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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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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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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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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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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