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“It feels like I’m thinning out my soul, turning once sturdy cider bark into bargain bin brown paper bags.”

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You love me. But your love, It’s the same love As the January Sun; An abbreviated afternoon Punctured with pockets Of cumulonimbus skies. Your kisses breed frostbite, Coating every syllable In a gelid timber. But I found something, Even if you are Just passing through. And it was enough For me to latch onto, Even … Continue reading “It feels like I’m thinning out my soul, turning once sturdy cider bark into bargain bin brown paper bags.”

I wanted to give you the love I thought you deserved, and everything else…I figured that was the price I had to pay… for thinking I also deserved my love…

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We thought we were floating Amongst the clouds, But when our fingers Began to sink into Their white underbellies, We understood.   The air was smoke, Born from a warmth We mistook as the sun. It was just another fire, Another wasted Spark of romance.   It turns out love Can feel an awful lot … Continue reading I wanted to give you the love I thought you deserved, and everything else…I figured that was the price I had to pay… for thinking I also deserved my love…

Her shadows are shorter now, seemingly eaten up by the clouds. I know she’s still here on the ground, but the more I search, the more it feels like she doesn’t want to be found.

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I pluck away at my feathers And scatter them to sandy riverbanks. Some find a home in stray branches While others fall only to drown. My hope is that you will see me Before both of my wings are gone. I’m giving up my open skies To walk the same Earth as you.   But … Continue reading Her shadows are shorter now, seemingly eaten up by the clouds. I know she’s still here on the ground, but the more I search, the more it feels like she doesn’t want to be found.

Every day is a cloudy day when you can’t even be bothered to open your blinds.

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I love the smell of water in the air. It’s so fresh, and it makes the air feel soft as I take a deep breath. That scent adds some sort of fluffy tail to the lasts wisps as they trickle in, tickling the back of my throat, making my lips curl towards the sky. It’s … Continue reading Every day is a cloudy day when you can’t even be bothered to open your blinds.