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

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I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.
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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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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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And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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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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I like my soul when it touches yours; winter turns to summer and my nightmares become dreams.
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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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Oh my darling, you mustn’t fill up on memories alone, there is heartache and regret yet to be served.
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We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.
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I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.
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He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.
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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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