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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.

M.K. Standby

My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
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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Goodbye Lost Poet Rejection Right Writing
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
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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Fire Guitar Reminder Softness Sound Summer Unison Voice
You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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Forever Mirage Reach Temptation
In the pale light of a setting sun – I’ll hold your hand and promise to love you more, on the days that you forget to love yourself.
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Forget Love Hands Hold Promise Sun Yourself
Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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Breathe Face Reach Waste Word
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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Abandonment Myself Sea Stay Wall Wave
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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Break Mosaic Pieces Yourself
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
Spirits dance on a velvet night, the sky it’s deepest black. In restless sleep and twisted dreams, they find themselves alive.
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Alive Black Dance Dreams Night Spirit

Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.

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