A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
M.K. STANDBYYou 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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So long as we share a sky, in this life and any after – I’ll find my way back to you.
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I fill the shadow of the girl you want, a placeholder to the one I know you’d rather – I’ll do for now, but not forever.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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The rain reminds me of his voice, a perfectly composed melody in the sky. Each drop that falls against my window, a dedication to the oceans I would cross – just to sit beside him.
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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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Lies sound so sweet when they are wrapped in velvet, a luxurious deception that charms my restless spirit – and I’m forever taken by beautiful things.
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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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