I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
M.K. STANDBYScribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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You broke me into pieces, but I took those shards and built a mosaic. I’m stronger for the fall, and more beautiful than I could have ever been with you.
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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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The smell of oak reminds me of summers spent sleeping under canvas, crackling fires and roasted coffee, the soft sound of guitar and voices in unison.
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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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