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.
M.K. STANDBYThe knot in a grain of wood, a frost covering sodden grass. Mornings warmed by the rising sun and brewing coffee – the vision of the poet.
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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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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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Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.
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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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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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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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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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