You spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.
HOLLY DUXBURYYou spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.
HOLLY DUXBURYLove and devotion are different words for a reason.
HOLLY DUXBURYWe are so much more than the sum of parts colors staining us bruises of identity.
HOLLY DUXBURYIt is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.
HOLLY DUXBURYLove is not a net to catch others with.
HOLLY DUXBURYSomehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.
HOLLY DUXBURYMy heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.
HOLLY DUXBURYThe loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.
HOLLY DUXBURYYou are fragments of a dream I thought I had forgotten long ago.
HOLLY DUXBURYI do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.
HOLLY DUXBURYI know longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.
HOLLY DUXBURYMy heart cracks like an egg spilling the promises I thought I made.
HOLLY DUXBURYWe would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.
HOLLY DUXBURYHome is where you feel.
HOLLY DUXBURYI am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.
HOLLY DUXBURYThe only thing that fills the void is pulling things out of it.
HOLLY DUXBURY