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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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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.
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Ceiling Healing Love Painting
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
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
Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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Embrace Finding Page Peace Sound
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
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
In the end it’s all the same – the hearty fire or the damp earth. I pray I’m not alone.
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Alone Earth Myself Prayer
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
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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Goodness Love Myself Read Time
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
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
A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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Collection Poison Thought Togetherness
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
What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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Beautiful Dreams Love Reality Sleep

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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