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Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.

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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Award Heart Broken Learning Myself Prize Writing Yourself
Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
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Future Heart I Love You Moments Myself Ownership Past
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Control Feeling Togetherness Yourself
Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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Simplicity Yourself
Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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Word Worst Yourself
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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Deep Myself People Poet Sadness Thinking Writing
To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Action Destruction Myself Work
Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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Deep Heart Broken Love Oneself Yourself
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself
The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Brief Mindset Moments Myself Share
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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Hard Love Myself Secret
Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.

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Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.

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