14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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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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 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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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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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I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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The 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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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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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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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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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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