Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
M.K. STANDBYI wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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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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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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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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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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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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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 think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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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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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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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of 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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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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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