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I don’t know what she has —
but it pulls me in
like the tide obeys the moon.

Every glance
is a spark against my skin,
every word
a knot in my breathing.

I want it all with her —
the mornings, the storms,
the years I haven’t lived yet.

When she walks into the room
my hands forget themselves,
my heart trips over its own steps,
and I realize —
I’m not just in love,
I’m hers already.
I feel it pull
on me,
im not meant
for it,
the weight
of love
-i felt this tug on my heart in the middle of the night, that ache to be held by someone, but the wound hurts to much. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll love again
History may repeat itself
But so do my words:
"I'm fine."
A lie I've perfected over time.
The truth?
I've been lost for a while.
Intertwined
Like two plants
That shouldn't
But as long
As the gardener
Doesn't care
I'll hold you
Till we both
Turn to rot
my anger
no longer fuels the fire
that set my life ablaze
no longer controls
the effort i give life
no longer am i a house
drowning in flames
i am akin to a stick of incense
with my smoke descending
ever so gently
just to prove that i still burn
just not to the same degrees
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I’ll never love anybody the way I loved you
That version of me
soft blind and all in
is gone
But don’t mistake my healing for bitterness
You didn’t ruin me
You revealed me
That scar
It’s where I began again
Stronger
Sharper
Wiser
Not the same
Never again
I became someone even I didn’t expect
And I owe that to the pain
you left behind
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