No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.
MIRA R. ARIDINo matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.
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Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.
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I shed skin after skin, seeking my true colors, expecting a rainbow or a stripe of black, but all I get are maps of red. We are all human underneath.
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A year has passed, and even after all that has changed, I know one thing hasn’t. I still want you.
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I close my eyes and I see you. I open them, and I’m blind.
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You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.
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Of all the lies I’ve lived, and all the lies I’ve been told, the lies I told myself hurt the most.
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Maybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.
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I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.
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Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to break me, you can always tear the pages of an open book.
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You float underneath my eyelids – a dream I never seem to get enough of.
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This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.
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You’ll roam the world and come to realize: It’s all in you, to be free or not to be.
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I’m breathing dreams like air, like there will never be enough of them to fill up the space in my lungs.
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Refrain from giving pieces of yourself to those who get close, for people leave, and gifts that are given cannot be returned.
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And it scares me that if I ever get my wings, I might not know where to fly to.
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I run from my thoughts of you and meet them in my dreams.
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I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.
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We reshape our memories into uglier versions because it’s hard to forget them while they’re still beautiful.
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I’ve come to see that life does not only exist where you do. There’s sense of life here too.
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I wish I can still hold your hand like I used to. I wish you were still alive.
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I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.
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We preserve their places in our hearts depending on the way they leave them.
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I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.
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And when you win all wars of life, there will remain the one you must lose. Time.
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Where once there were a few houses between us, now there are seas.
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You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.
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