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.
STEPHANIE BRIARLast night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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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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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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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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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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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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