It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
M.K. STANDBY
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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A full glass for an empty heart – the temporary bandage for a fatal would.
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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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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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