Let me make my own mistakes,
and let me learn from them.
As ice freezes over lakes,
I will harden like a gem.
.
I don't regret leaving my heart out
to get scorched, crack in the cold;
a lesson needed to sow doubt,
to make caution take a hold.
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I've learned, I've grown
through the pains;
I am now more my own,
experience in my veins.
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And now I don't even feel the break:
like a computer gone offline;
a reboot needed just to make
this new update truly mine.
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I will survive, I always do -
my shipwrecks an eternal theme -
and I'll re-surface, start anew,
with new stitching along the seam.
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Home, for me, was never a place;
That comfort and safety aren't tied to a space -
for me it's the people, and emotions they bring:
a hallowed steeple, a hymn to sing.
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Since you left I've been homeless,
- a wandering wreck -
no refuge nor address,
a stone 'round my neck.
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My friends have homes,
and I'm a welcome guest,
yet my soul still roams:
a traveler with no quest.
.
And my friends are springs,
fresh, clear, and pure,
but for one who is starving,
water's no cure.
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I hunger, my love, for your lips on mine,
Heavens above, grant me a sign.
This beaten-down husk, this wretched shell,
A shadow in dusk, for you unwell.
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Against all common sense,
you still give me butterflies;
I want to tell you without pretense
how my heart for you sighs.
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My fingers hover over the phone,
indecisive, nervous, cringing;
Since you left I'm so alone,
a kingdom without a king.
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Words, my usual weapons of choice,
fail me when it comes to you.
I fear you'll forget my voice,
our nights; move on to someone new.
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It's hard. It's frustrating,
this near-constant low;
Missing you, contemplating,
screaming into a pillow.
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And memories, little ones,
just flashes of that high,
Bittersweet firefly-suns
of the days you were nigh.
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These crumbs of text,
an occasional voice note,
Starving till the next,
Hungering for what you wrote.
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I need you, I love you so
embarrassingly much,
Your smile, your eyes of doe,
the fire of your touch.
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And yet it gets caught in my throat,
the selfish begging for your return;
so I just pray, in silence,
as I continue to burn.
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You find me.
In the church bells of a Hozier song,
the sheets that without you feel wrong,
you bind me.
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You remind me,
of our sunny morning walks,
of our silly grinning talks,
when you find me.
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You touch every thought,
my eternal leitmotif;
no such battle fought
as with you, my heart-thief.
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And I want to write words,
tell you how strongly I yearn,
but my mind sees absurds:
so each letter I burn.
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And I'm terrified, paralyzed with fear;
I dread your heart will cool,
that you won't love me, my dear -
that I've been but a fool.
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Chasing dreams, all in vain,
as I wonder who warms your bed;
So far away, across the pain,
racing terrors in my head.
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An ocean between us, worlds apart,
I crave desperately for your embrace.
Yet still I'm silent, intrepid heart -
a grave of sorrow, sans your grace.
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I miss you more than words can express,
but I must try anyway.
The issue, the core of this whole mess:
I'm dust since you went away.
.
I think of you ten times a day,
tormented by memories:
a wink, a joke you would say -
lost in my reveries.
.
And I only really smile
when I replay our greatest hits;
It's been lonely for a while,
Gone astray, falling to bits.
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I pray, I do, though I'm not sure
if I deserve to have you back,
or if oblivion could even cure
this tattered soul, this crystal crack.
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Fare thee well, my shooting star,
wherever you might land;
For I have fell from you too far,
forever changed by your hand.
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Here it is once more
- a dark form looming -
A shadow from Before,
A storm's mark, dooming.
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Invisible vise grip,
the weight on my chest;
Marble-heavy crypt,
A thornbird's nest.
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This hunter is slow,
patient, though relentless;
with no arrow, or bow,
or trigger to press.
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His footsteps fall monotone
- finality's beat -
Like soot on a wall of bone,
the last defeat.
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Although he'll stay
out of sight, a dark drape,
Know that his prey
might never escape.
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When no one's around,
When comforts are few,
In the scent of moist ground,
He could find you too.
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Love, oh my love,
you left me defenseless;
no gods above,
no miracle on Christmas.
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Memories of you
slip through my fingers:
they leave me too;
melancholy lingers.
The protective veil
I weaved from our past
threatens to fail,
flags at half-mast.
Transparent and frail
like a plastic bag;
a soundless wail,
a threadbare rag.
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My anemic hope,
my castle of denial -
a thinning rope,
dusk to a sundial.
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And there are days when I surface
- gasp for air and scour for land -
till the waves pull me in the blackness,
back to the despair I understand.
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And you won't read this one,
this one will stay
at the bottom of an ocean,
out of your way.
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