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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.

Stephanie Briar

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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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