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“For every day I spent believing I deserved to be alone, you promised to help me find all of them, so you could show me that there was never a time when I didn’t deserve love.”

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When I’m talking to you, I never feel like I’m ever talking “at” you. Like, when I’m telling you a story about work, or about something I did as a kid, or something I imagined I’d do someday, I know your listening. I’m not sure how I know, I just do. It probably has to … Continue reading “For every day I spent believing I deserved to be alone, you promised to help me find all of them, so you could show me that there was never a time when I didn’t deserve love.”

“My thoughts are a ship, and I’m no sailor. But the prospect of sinking to the bottom of the sea…it doesn’t sound entirely terrible at the moment.”

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You'll find me in Belgium, on the coast of the North Sea. I'll be swaying on the current, the salty spray of the tide running me towards the Strait of Dover. It bears my essence as it crashes, a crushing cerulean weight to turn rock into sand and sailors dreams into restless sleep.  And somewhere … Continue reading “My thoughts are a ship, and I’m no sailor. But the prospect of sinking to the bottom of the sea…it doesn’t sound entirely terrible at the moment.”

“I want to give you pretty things, like seashells, forehead kisses and promises I’ll never break.”

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My smile isn’t what it used to be. I’ve managed to put some miles on my smile, which is inevitable for anybody who’s ever allowed another person into their heart. That sounds negative, but it’s a neutral fact of life. Honestly, if I were to meet an adult whose smile shined as if it had … Continue reading “I want to give you pretty things, like seashells, forehead kisses and promises I’ll never break.”

“She doesn’t give you rose tinted glasses, she just paints you the colors you were always meant to wear.”

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I’m not a fan of flowers, or at least not real ones. I like paintings of flowers. I like buying fancy parchment with flowery borders. I like writing poems about purple irises, yellow daffodils and pink tulips. I like doodling roses on my notepad during boring office meetings. I like the idea of throwing the … Continue reading “She doesn’t give you rose tinted glasses, she just paints you the colors you were always meant to wear.”

“For all the feelings I’ve managed to capture in my words, I’ve never managed to write down anything that could compare to the feeling of kissing you.”

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Our kisses were the best. From the very beginning, When they were shy and unbalanced, To spending whole evenings Buried in each others faces. Those exchanges were wonderful, And time made them unforgettable. Kisses through the Summer, Seasoned with familiarity, Containing a dash of desire, A sprinkling of passion And the unmistakable rush Of a … Continue reading “For all the feelings I’ve managed to capture in my words, I’ve never managed to write down anything that could compare to the feeling of kissing you.”

I expected him to change, because he said he would change, and I am in the habit of believing bad people when they tell me they’ll do something.

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I think it started back when I entered High School, and I would spend entire nights just staring at my arms, wishing there was some sort of magical lotion or bandage that could erase all these obviously self-inflicted cuts. I would be so ashamed, I would write myself an angry letter, boldly declaring I would … Continue reading I expected him to change, because he said he would change, and I am in the habit of believing bad people when they tell me they’ll do something.

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.

“I craved a home for my heart, and in my rush to find it, I ignored the tiny pieces I was leaving behind with every step I took.”

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I have a lot of things I wish I had said, but even more things I wish I hadn’t. I’m stuck in this strange realm between biting my tongue and using it to flick poison in your general direction. I’m caught in the middle, and I keep settling things with a coin flip, leaving it … Continue reading “I craved a home for my heart, and in my rush to find it, I ignored the tiny pieces I was leaving behind with every step I took.”

“I spent the summer wishing for a storm to wash away our spring, but never stopped to think about what comes after the rain.”

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I spent my summer melting, My autumn fearing another fall.   The new year was a blanket Of snow and cumbersome guilt.   A spring sun demanded I begin, But all of my roots were dead, My branches devoid of green.   So I wasted the Suns generosity; I still received it's light, But without … Continue reading “I spent the summer wishing for a storm to wash away our spring, but never stopped to think about what comes after the rain.”