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These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

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A love that stays will always remain secondary to the one that left, but isn’t it a shame to worship that which left in place off that which stayed.
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Deep Love Place Secondary Shame Stay Worship
But the act of holding on speaks to me so much more about a human heart than the courage of letting go ever could.
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Act Courage Heart Hold On Human Let Go Literature Speak
These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.
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Bottle Climb Death Float Lie Literature Love Metaphor Mountain Myself Poet Scent Stream Wish Yourself
I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.
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Different Love Sun War Yourself
We are what this world refuse to carry. So we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves so we carry ourselves.
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Carry Myself Refuse World
Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.
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Away Choice Dwell Feeling Walk
Hold on/ not because life will get any better/ but it’s 10 mins to sunset/ and I was wondering if we could go for ice creams afterwards
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Hold On Ice Cream Life Myself Sun Sunset
I remember my mother whispering me every night, if you don’t hold that little light inside you, the universe will let go off the hold of you.
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Let Go Light Mother Myself Night Remember Universe Yourself
Those that are drunk in love, shall forever talk to the moon.
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Drunk Forever Love Moon Talk
Isn’t this loneliness a strange poetry? you want everyone to read, but you are never willing to write it down.
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Down Lonely Poetry Strange Write Yourself
She is the old school hard love, your modern brittle love can’t afford to carry.
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Afford Brittle Carry Hard Herself Love Modern Old One Liner School
I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
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Feel Lot Myself Talk
Hope has never looked the same twice. Pain has never looked the same twice. Love has never looked the same twice.
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Hope Look Love Pain Twice
All this sadness longs to be touched.
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Sad Touch
All my life has been a struggle to know, what to hold on and what to let go, but still, i end up sitting in the corner of the room with a flickering candle, whimpering, naked, shuddering, lost.
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Candle Deep Hold On Let Go Life Literature Lost Myself Naked Room Shudder Struggle
I will feel whatever the fuck I want to feel.
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Feeling Myself

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

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