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And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.

Nicole Lyons

I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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Death Lose Myself Try
You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
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Burn Fan Fire Flame Hate Love Yourself
When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.
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Break Challenge Myself Talk Yourself
Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.
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Children Heart Moon Stay Yourself
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
The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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Comfortable Feeling Myself Pain
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
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
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
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
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister who keeps telling me to find my magic.
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Devil God Magic Myself Sister Word
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
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
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
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

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.

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