It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
M.K. STANDBYWe 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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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 think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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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 leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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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.
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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