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

Stephanie Briar

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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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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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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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 erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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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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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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