Scribbled lines and crumpled pages – piles of rejection and resurrection. There will never be the right words to amend a lost goodbye.
M.K. STANDBYI read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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I read that good things take time – but one look at him, and I knew I could never love someone more.
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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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A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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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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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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I sit by the sea wall, willing the waves to stay. Pulling away with gentle abandon – they avenge me for doing the same.
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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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Words hold little scope, for a love that stretches far beyond the limitations of language.
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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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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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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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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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