How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?
MIRA R. ARIDI
No matter how astray the becoming might be, I’ll never search for the old in me.
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How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?
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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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If there’s anything I’ve learnt so far, it’s that to love others, you should give them space to breathe.
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Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.
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Maybe if you hold me tight, our love won’t be as shallow.
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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’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.
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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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You touch me and a thousand different particles come alive beneath my skin.
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I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.
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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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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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You feed me poison in a spoon of gold and I always ask for more.
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