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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.

Stephanie Briar

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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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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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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Myself Preserve
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 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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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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