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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?

Stephanie Briar

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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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.
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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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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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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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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 don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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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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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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