I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
M.K. STANDBYMy thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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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In the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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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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Scribbled 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 collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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