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.
M.K. STANDBYYou are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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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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14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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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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Don’t waste your words on me, your face speaks in volumes that your breath could never reach.
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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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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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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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The bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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