You carved your name into my chest; I didn't even get a fingerprint on your face.

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after the lies are done

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she put her clothes back on

Walked out the door and sought real love

Never blame yourself for being hurt; rather blame the person who did it. So when you're up at 3 a.m. crying because you saw his hand around another waist, remember;
It was never your fault, you are not the problem. Never blame yourself for not being their version of "good enough". You are made with flawed traits, yes, but they are stitched together with unconditional love. And one day, someone will always remind you that you are, more than ever enough.
2. Not everyone you smile with, would mirror it back, nor would every soul you share your heart with, give a bit in return. That doesn't make you gullible, nor them bad. You cannot love everyone, neither will every soul take to yours.
3. Never listen to the one negative insult against the roar of approval. Jealousy is a wicked fruit. Never succumb to it.
4. Never settle, never stay within that which makes you comfortable. People always prefer what they are used to, rather than the heart wrenching, pounding, scare of the unknown.
5. "No" is a very powerful word. Learn to use it. Never feel guilty because you aren't doing what they want.  You are your own person. Make your own decisions, and stand strong upon them, unshakable.
6. People, come in all different types. No one, two people are the same. Do not stretch your head to kiss the *** of everyone. Do not try to cater for every soul. Its okay to have your discrepancies and your dislikes. No one ever pleased everyone and lived to tell a happy tale.
7.Your past should never prevent you from advancing forward. What's done has happened, and whilst you regret that kiss, the touch, the penetrating 30 minutes in a tiny stall, his musty breath on your fine skin, it cannot be undone. Erase the memory, look forward, wipe the slate clean. Tomorrow is another day. It's okay, you'll be okay.
8. The stares and gossip only last so long, hold your head high. They laugh now, keep your perseverance, it will pay off in the end. Never fall prey to a wolf with dead threats; all they say is nothing but garbled attempts to fit in and ostracize.
9 You might find yourself cutting your neck off for a person who wouldn't take a bruise for you; they wouldn't even hold an umbrella open. Don't fall pity to being stepped on.
10. You will love, you will try, you will burn out, and you will come back again. No one said life was an easy road. No one guaranteed that he meant when he said he'd love you. No one promised a happy ever after. Make your own ending,
*Endure child, Endure.

Tiny child


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Tiny child
Lost upon the road

Will you take her by the hand ?

Will you take her home ?

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WE ARE MORE LOST THAN SHE IS !

SHE STILL HAS HER PURITY

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Still
We are human

We want to take her by the hand

We want to take her home

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We are the human

Little child on the road

We take each other by the hand

And go home

kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic

i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents

you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door

sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor

i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips

i practice things i'll never say to you

i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children

rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach

for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray

this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep

i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes

i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one

in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume

i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice

if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"

i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem

the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****

we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you

nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps

sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds