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.
STEPHANIE BRIARI pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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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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