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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.

Stephanie Briar

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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Act Best Breathe Greatness Last Let Go Love Myself Quiet
How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Rose Sleep Sound Trade Yourself
We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Ourselves Stars Writing
I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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Lost Love Myself Place Relationship Seek Yourself
Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Acceptance Action Difference Literature Love Self Love Stop
Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Believe Home Hope Kiss Myself Night Promise Rose Yourself
Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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Blood Easy Myself Poetry
Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Death Funeral Memories Oneself Time
In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Body Devotion Dreams Myself Name Park Past Relationship Religious Sex Worship Yourself
I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Burn Chance Growth Hands Myself Strong
The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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Home Love Ourselves Place Return Stars Time
To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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Better Change Day Dreams Fire Help Light Name Oppression Support Yourself
Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Distance Eyes Love Myself Painting Portrait Relationship Separate
I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Abundance Control Hold On Love Myself
The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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Born Myself Pain Peace
The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Enough Memories Myself Pain Yourself

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