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It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.

Nikita Gill

Some people will always taste like fire and leave the ones that love them tasting like ash.
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Fire Oneself People Taste
Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.
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Desire Dreams Hard Time Love People Stand Strength Wisdom
The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.
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Bird Building Dedication Delicate Destroy Determination Hard Work Home Inspirational Motivational
These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.
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Savage Storm Tame Terrible Woman
I am so hungry for someone to love me.
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Hungry Love Myself
Girls who survive trauma do wear a certain vulnerability around them, but this kind of vulnerability is from where their greatest strength stems.
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Stem Strength Survive Trauma Vulnerable
I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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Love Myself Poem Poet Selfish Try Writing
She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she burns.
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Alone Brilliant Burn Herself
A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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Healing Human Open Wound
Lies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.
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Blink Confusion Eyes Lying See Truth
And what if there are things inside you that are much too difficult to love and you wished you were someone else instead?
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Difficult Love Nature Yourself
And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.
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Appreciation Existence Painting Soul Yourself
I lost a God once.
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God Lost Myself
I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.
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Courage Hope Invitation Listening Myself Story
Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Blood Burn Live Memories Soft
You see, there can be no life without death.
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Death Life See Yourself
To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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Forgiveness Healing Heart Mistake Yourself
There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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Instagram Captions Moon Soak Woman
There is nothing more dangerous than a girl who is aware of the flames inside her, and all the damage she can do.
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Aware Dangerous Girl Herself
Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
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Lover Poem Poet Self Love Story Yourself
I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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Change Form Love People Permanent Return
The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
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Best Deep Existence Heart Known Myself Quiet Story Truth Victory Willing Worst
And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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Forget Ghost Hope Kiss Remember Yourself
But I am both nightmare and sin.
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Nature Nightmare Sin
You have never forgotten how home was more than just a language you grew inside your mouth before you said it in a way your tongue bled.
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Blood Growth Home Language Yourself
It happens suddenly. One day, your parents don’t pick you up any more.
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Grow Up Parents Suddenly Yourself
A war is still a war even if it is inside your head, did you know this?
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Known Mental War Yourself

It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.

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