I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
M.K. STANDBYJust 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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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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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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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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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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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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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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