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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.

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The sky was crying so I wiped away her tears, just like all the times she did the same me.
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Cry Myself Sky Tears Time
I learned to make art with my broken heart.
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Art Broken Heart Learning Myself
I bet my words are still tangled beneath that streetlight fighting for the right combination to stay.
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Breathe Combination Fight Light Myself Right Stay Word
We all show our true colors eventually – mine is dark and firesome red. I bet I burned you. I don’t expect to see you soon.
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Burn Color Darkness Expectation Myself True Yourself
I taught you how to love so you could get it right with someone else.
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Love Myself Right Teaching Yourself
I think I’ll always remember your birthday and the way you took your coffee because they’ll forever be pieces of you I cannot burn.
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Burn Coffee Forever Myself Pieces Remember Thinking Way
There were still embers scattered around me from the bridges I have burned. I wonder if they can feel it too. The space between us lingering like a scarlet letter, I’m learning how to love again.
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Bridge Learning Love Myself Scatter Wonder
He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.
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Dance Devil Flame Hands Myself
Soft and sweet and wrapped around your fingertips.
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Fingers Love Relationship Soft Sweet
Each time I fall back in love with myself, I leave my pen and paper behind. It isn’t personal, or maybe it is. I just a always thought that poetry was for the hurting.
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Hurt Leaving Love Myself Poetry Time
The future belongs to those who are brave enough to speak up about things that matter.
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Brave Enough Future Talk Worth
A sea of jumbled emotions I had longed to live again, a feeling that no metaphor could match.
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Emotion Feeling Live Myself Sea
Your name still tastes like poison in my mouth.
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Myself Name Poison Taste
A place where our stories are rewritten, and six degrees of separation no longer troubles us.
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Ourselves Place Separation Story Trouble Writing
I thought time would heal my broken heart, but its been forever since I fell in love and I’m scared that you took pieces of me that can’t be replaced.
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Broken Heart Healing Myself Pieces Replacement Scare Thinking Time
When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.
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Beginning Fall Leaves Name Old Play Return Sing Song Yourself

I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.

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I have so much love to give even with these daggers still stuck in my heart.

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