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Sandoval Oct 2017
Him
I loved him.
And I love this brokenness he left in me.

The freckles on my chest,
that carry his name.

The loneliness in my eyes,
that wonder where he sleeps at night.

I carry his pain,
and I sleep with it in the dark,
when the sun is still out.

It's better than feeling numb.
This hurt, tells me he's still alive inside of me.

He's the reason my dead heart,
still tries to beat for life.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Oct 2017
Kiss* me,
where I am broken the most.


Lust for me,
when I look in the mirror,
and I am no longer beautiful.


And baby, love me;
when the sun turns black, and these
bones no longer feel like
home.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Oct 2017
She was the

type of girl

who breathed in stars, and

spit out

constellations.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Sep 2017
you
Before* you,

there was no one.

And after you,

there will only be your
shadow..

*Sandoval
Sandoval Sep 2017
We were roses,
washed ashore.

Floating in an
endless universe.

Full of magic,
full of hope.

Carrying our
decaying beauty,

everywhere
we go..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Sep 2017
His lips tasted of burnt
galaxies,

and broken
promises.

The perfect combination
for prolonged
tragedies..


*Sandoval
Sandoval Sep 2017
Time* always
takes,

but never
gives.

And if you ask me,
what you were to me.

you were a watch on my
wrist.


*Sandoval
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