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All That RemainsIt took me a long time to realize that not everything in life is meant to be a beautiful story. Not every person some deep connection with is meant to make a home within us, is meant to be a forever. Sometimes people come into our lives to teach us not only how to love, but how to let go. Sometimes people come into our lives to teach us how not to love, how not to settle for less than we deserve, how not to belittle ourselves for the sake of someone else. Yes sometimes the greatest loves leave, but it’s because they weren’t meant to stay, they came to teach us. And their lessons always stay. That is what matters. That is all that remains.
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Jun 17, 2020
Real loveI have come to realize that real love, like the love that fills you to your core, doesn’t find you when you are at your best. / Real love, the love that makes you weak in your knees. That kind of love meets you in your chaotic mess.
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May 16, 2020
Not The First, Hopefully LastI am not your first love. / You are not the first person I have looked at with a mouthful of possible forevers. / We have known more heartache than most, loosing hope in love stories
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May 16, 2020
Maybe Our LastI am not your first love. / You are not the first person I have looked at with a mouthful of possible forevers. / We have known more heartache than most, loosing hope for this final moment.
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Apr 28, 2020
UntitledMy death with be liberating / And I do not say that in the sense / That I am searching for a cliff
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Jul 30, 2018
Intoxicated by the StrangeLive the full life of the mind, / Fascinated by new thoughts / Your soul longs to find.
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Jul 30, 2018
UntitledShe smelled of old books and great stories / If you looked upon her you could see all the lives she lived through in all the pages she read / Like the ink left the paper and found a home within her skin
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Jul 7, 2018
The VoidThe void / Is the metaphysical / doorway
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Jun 30, 2018
Comfort in the FamiliarWe often ponder past emotions once felt for the same reason we re-read old books or listen to the same song over and over again. / To feel the utter sense of comfort in words of the familiar even though we have known the painful end before and each time leaves us in heartache, we cling to things our hearts have known before.
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Jun 30, 2018
Shadows of LoveI have a hidden love for shadows, / A darkness that follows all. / I seek them with a lust hidden deep below,
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Jun 30, 2018
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