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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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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
Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.
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Dance Intense Lost Love Myself Return
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
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
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 could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.
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Death Lose Myself Try
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
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
Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
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
He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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Himself Kill Light
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
The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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Comfortable Feeling Myself Pain
Some souls were never meant to be content.
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Satisfaction Soul
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 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

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