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Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.

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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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Build Expectation Fire Myself
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking
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
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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Blossom Dance Earth Faith Hands Leave Rose Twist
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
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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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Beginning Choice Home Ignorance Time
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
Just 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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Future Myself People Stranger
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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Bandage Fatal Heart Temporary
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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Forest Perspective Poet Rising Vision
I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Jealousy Myself Relationship See Way
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
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
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking

Painting over cracks as you watch the ceiling fall – not everything can be healed with love.

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