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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
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Mirror Myself Poem Value
We are so much more than skin can hold.
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Hold Ourselves Skin Value
I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.
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Hide Love Myself Pretend Quiet
I’ve got nothing left to give but I keep digging deeper.
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Deep Empty Lost Myself
How does one love a person who is not a person but a multitude?
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Love Oneself Person World
He reminds me of the shadow between silences.
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Himself Reminder Shadow Silence
I am only beautiful when my legs are open and I have forgotten my mother tongue to make room for yours.
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Beautiful Fade Forget Language Myself Open Room Sex Yourself
How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
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Beginning Death Deep Loss Mourn Yourself
This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.
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Beat Foundation Heart Oneself
Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.
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Dance Feeling Head Myself Nostalgia Wall
Somewhere inside my throat lives your ache.
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Deep Home Live Pain Yourself
Living is not living when I am living without you.
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Alone Live Love Myself Relationship Yourself
Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.
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Introduction Myself Warning Welcome
I am unbearably human.
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Human Myself
I love you like I barely had a land to call my own.
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Call Land Love Myself
I love you the way rain falls on a sunny day- a kind of marvelous sadness.
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Day Fall I Love You Kind Myself Rain Sadness Summer
I want to separate writing from heartbreak but I don’t know how.
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Heart Broken Myself Separate Writing
Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.
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Beginning Deep Instagram Captions One Liner Transformation
I am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.
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Deep Live Myself Tired
When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.
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Breathe Kiss Myself Romance Soul Yourself
I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.
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Comfortable Feeling Knife Myself Yourself
I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.
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Break Up Myself Remember Romance Sin Time
I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.
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Fingers Ghost Hold Trace Yourself
This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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Collection Country Language Oppression Ourselves Silence
I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.
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Color Compliment Love Myself Skin
She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.
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Born Death Deep Herself Learning Wisdom
I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.
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Children Different Ethnicity Myself

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