Your arms around me – and for the first time in years, I feel like I am home.
M.K. STANDBYI’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.
More M.K. Standby Quotes
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It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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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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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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My throat burns with the words left unspoken, air hangs still and silence hides the words you long to hear – stay.
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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Building a fire from a ash, what did I expect?
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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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I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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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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What use is sleep, when reality is more beautiful than my dreams could ever muster?
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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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