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  • May 21, 2016

    i rip emotions
    twist hands
    bolding words
    which frolic
    instead of walk
    i love
    instead of fight
    turning pages
    i used to write

    to grow
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  • May 20, 2016

    You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

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  • May 19, 2016

    When you complete yourself is when you can complete someone else.

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  • May 18, 2016

    We do things because we want it, not because they’re good for us.

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  • May 17, 2016

    Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.

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  • May 16, 2016

    and i fell
    into whatever
    you’d like to call it
    there’s no feeling
    no taste
    it’s haunting
    a sense of lost desire
    where you can breathe
    but can’t
    at the same time
    and everyone’s stuck
    in their own narcissism
    to realize
    anyone else
    but themselves

    lost around happiness
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  • May 15, 2016

    Relationships aren’t meant to be based upon example. If you go with the flow all will come.

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  • May 14, 2016

    Sometimes others narcissism will take place of your happiness. Don’t let it happen.

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  • May 13, 2016

    i loved him
    with a bitter taste
    in my mouth
    his hands
    my grasp
    the dark
    damp street lights
    gloominess of yesterday
    we road waves
    fire
    and played in a circle
    we called desire

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  • May 12, 2016

    i sip the pinot
    think of him
    in the night
    we go forth
    dragging our toes
    pulling hairs
    frolicking in a show
    i said he was mine
    a few times
    he flew
    a few times
    we twirled in days
    where things made sense
    before senseless became
    the majority
    i twine with
    as he twines elsewhere
    i loved
    as he once did
    like he once could
    when hairs stood
    from your neck
    to your legs
    and passion lingered
    from your bones

    once ago
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