Rejection is a hard pill to swallow but as soon as you get past the lump in your throat you’ll be able to breathe again.
Z. ELLIOTTYour lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.
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I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.
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Its the little things that make life worthwhile, like when he looks at me with that innocent smile.
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Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.
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Don’t be afraid of the heat, it’s just the fire blazing inside my heart. I can warm up the room and thaw away at the bitter and cold parts of you.
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Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.
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I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.
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Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.
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Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.
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I won’t be like snow white and wait around for some guy. Prince charming’s kiss isn’t the only thing that makes me feel alive.
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I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.
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I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.
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I am a force of nature. I command an audience by just my mere presence.
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I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, it’s no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.
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I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.
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Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.
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