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Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.

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I have known love and I have known loss, but in the end, they both looked a lot like you.
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Break Up End Loss Love Myself Yourself
I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.
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Breathe End Himself Leaving Taste
They build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.
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Break Build Myself Support
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories Yourself
Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.
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Healing Help Myself Shine Travel Yourself
I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing
And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
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Deep Forever Myself Pieces Search
There is no greater power than that of the sun, the moon, and a woman who knows her worth.
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Greatness Inspirational Moon Power Sun Woman Women Empowerment Worth
I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
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Dreams Love Myself Relationship Soul Summer Touch Yourself
Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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Alone Heart Memories Myself Regret Service
I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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Eat Heaven Life Myself Taste Thinking Time
He was everything I never could, but always wanted to love.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship
If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
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Break Up End Kiss Myself Relationship Yourself
I swear if I were to rip myself open, it wouldn’t be blood that poured out of me, it would be him.
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Blood Himself Love Myself
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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