I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
STEPHANIE BRIARLight finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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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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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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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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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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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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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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