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On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

Nicole Lyons

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices, life.
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Choice Hard Life Nature Poet
The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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Comfortable Feeling Myself Pain
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
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
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
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
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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Attitude Burn Inspirational Soul Sweet Woman
The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.
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Ability Philosophy Purity Right Soul Storm Wrong
On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.
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Heart Kill Myself Paper Time Word
I have been covered in easy kisses from uneasy lips, and I know I smell weary again.
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Easy Kiss Lips Myself
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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Argument Beautiful Death Myself Word Yourself
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
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
Some souls were never meant to be content.
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Satisfaction Soul

On paper I have killed you a thousand times but my heart disregards clever words.

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