I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
M.K. STANDBYI 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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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 feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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The knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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