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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.

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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
Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
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Home Intimacy Love Myself Relationship Yourself
My thoughts feel like plagiarism – a feeling already felt, the words already written.
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Myself Plagiarism Thinking Writing
And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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End Money Willing Worth
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
I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.
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Fade Growth Mediocre Myself Page Scare
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
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
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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Forget Love Hands Hold Promise Sun Yourself
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
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
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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Filling Forever Myself Shadow
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
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
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
And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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Break Up Deserve Heart Thinking

Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.

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