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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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Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.
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Myself Pain Passion
He was all dangerous eyes and beautiful lies, but I ached. for him to lie to me some more.
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Beautiful Dangerous Eyes Himself Lying Pain
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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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
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
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
I write because suicide is no longer an option.
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Death Myself Option Suicide Writing
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories Yourself
One day I will fall gracefully to pieces. Until then, I’ll just fall.
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I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.
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We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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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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On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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