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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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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Burn Hesitate Silence Stay Talk Throat
Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
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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Break Up Change I Miss You
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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Alive Black Dance Dreams Night Spirit
Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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Beyond Hold Language Limitation Scope
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Jealousy Myself Relationship See Way
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
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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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
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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Abandonment Myself Sea Stay Wall Wave
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
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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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
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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Himself Myself Perfection Rain Reminder Voice

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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