He reminds me of the shadow between silences.
HINNAH MIANAnd what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?
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This brown body is not an explosion- it is light and honey.
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This country collects too many tongues, until our only language is silence.
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I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.
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There is a calmness in not knowing.
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I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.
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We are so much more than skin can hold.
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I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.
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When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.
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And what am I but the smallest of footnotes in the universe’s everlasting memoir?
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Your heartbeat is a holy thing.
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Hope lingers like a moon.
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When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.
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My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.
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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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How do you mourn the loss of someone who was never yours to begin with?
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This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.
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I loved each and every one of your faces.
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I don’t know how to let you out without destroying us both.
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I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.
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I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.
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She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.
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Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.
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I love you like I barely had a land to call my own.
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I love you the way rain falls on a sunny day- a kind of marvelous sadness.
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Tear me open and rest inside me.
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Read the scars on my body like braille, for I no longer know how to tell a story that belongs deeply to me but is no longer mine.
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