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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.

Stephanie Briar

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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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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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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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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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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.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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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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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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