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I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Nicole Lyons

I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
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
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.
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Heart Illusion Love Mindset
I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing
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
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
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
Poetry is the loveliest art. It has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poets.
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Art Character Judgement Love Poet Poetry Reveal Thinking
You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.
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Break Heart Love Perfection Yourself
She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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Carry Flower Hands Herself Instagram Captions Morning Taste Wild
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.
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Children Heart Moon Stay Yourself
I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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Easy Kiss Lips Myself
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
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

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