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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.

Stephanie Briar

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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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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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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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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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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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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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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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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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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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