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“I am thankful
for the sunrise
and every sunset
for the safety nets
that catch my falls from grace
for the family
friends
and gentle eyed strangers
that pick me up and
place me at elevations
I have never deserved
but mostly just for you
and the soft smiles you bring
when I cannot find them
on my own.”
―
for the sunrise
and every sunset
for the safety nets
that catch my falls from grace
for the family
friends
and gentle eyed strangers
that pick me up and
place me at elevations
I have never deserved
but mostly just for you
and the soft smiles you bring
when I cannot find them
on my own.”
―
“Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.”
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“He will come with a mouth full of forevers and skin as sweet as spring time. He will kiss the places that hurt and will tell you the scars are beautiful. He will cover every inch of you in words he's learned and dress you in the colors of every season and he will not be the one. He will feel like a hurricane and you'll wonder how you will ever recover and rebuild.
But you will.
You always will.
And you'll realize he is not the one.”
―
But you will.
You always will.
And you'll realize he is not the one.”
―
“Tell me about the oceans and how they've changed in you. About lemongrass and the summer storms coming in off your shoreline. About the waters that have carved canyons in your bones.”
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“I hope you still taste like my name
when the next man kisses you
that he hears it echo down his throat
and crawl across his skin
I hope he knows that you were mine
that you had forevers on your lips
that were only meant for me
I hope he feels small, mismatched
when he takes hold of your hand
that his fingers never fill the void
my own have left behind
and when he lays by your side
and whispers that he loves you
I hope my voice echoes back louder
through all the canyons
I spent nights
and mornings
carving in your sheets.”
―
when the next man kisses you
that he hears it echo down his throat
and crawl across his skin
I hope he knows that you were mine
that you had forevers on your lips
that were only meant for me
I hope he feels small, mismatched
when he takes hold of your hand
that his fingers never fill the void
my own have left behind
and when he lays by your side
and whispers that he loves you
I hope my voice echoes back louder
through all the canyons
I spent nights
and mornings
carving in your sheets.”
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