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. STANDBYIn 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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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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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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Peace found me in a wordless embrace – in the rising of autumn sun, and the sound of turning pages.
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You are a mirage – never mine to hold. A glimering promise so tempting to chase, eternally out of reach.
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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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I see the way that he is with you – holding your heart with softness he never spared for mine.
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Born in one country and raised in another – seperated by ocean, but tied in blood.
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And in the end when the money is gone – will you still stay it was worth it.
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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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The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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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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A collection of thoughts bundled together and bound in twine – more toxic than any chemical, my very own poison.
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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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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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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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