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May you always have soft sunlight, a full moon, a bus that always comes on time. Flowers. May your kisses feel like falling, like stars blossoming into nebulas. Good hands. May you feel like you are infinity, like time is always on your side. You are divine. A mouth full of words that sound like "Yes," Eyes full of darling.  Skin soft like snow. May you always smell like honeysuckle, perfume as flowery as honest conversations. Laughter. A lazy afternoon spent staring at clouds. May you have love.  Love you can whisper to. Love you can scream about, write about, sing about. May you always love yourself most of all.
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Your accusation sounds like a confession.
A generalization disguised by preoccupation.
How do the actions of another become my restriction?
Am I supposed to live in your fiction?
Fear will not lead to our salvation,

Let me lead myself.

Today
As I opened my eyes
I realized my body was aching
I felt empty
Like there was a hole through my chest
I could feel the air passing through
Then
I remember all the empty words
That came out from your mouth
You gave me all the warnings
But I never cared to acknowledge
Everything coming out from you
Sounded so angelic
You took me to heaven
With every "Hello"
It is surprising
That you pushed me away
Though who am I kidding
It is my fault for being so naive
I should've not let you gaze
Through the pages of
The book I'm still writting
Regret is not for me
But if there's something I do regret
Is not taking things slower
Not reading the signs better
I felt blessed with every second of your presence
Now i feel cursed with every second of your absence
I am so thankful
For the attention
That you gave me
To me
It meant everything
To me
It was real.