You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
M.K. STANDBYThe bond of friendship as tight as any lover – where shoulders carry shared burden, a devotion unmatched by any other.
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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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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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Your kisses fell on me like sand through an hourglass – a thousand tiny moments, for an eternity of stillness.
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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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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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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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And in the end-you didn’t deserve my thoughts or my ink.
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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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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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