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I could lose myself in you or die blissfully, trying.

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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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I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
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One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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Some souls were never meant to be content.
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You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.
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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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Blood Himself Love Myself
You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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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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You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
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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 have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.
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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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On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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They build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and they climb again.
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