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Life is bittersweet, like the taste of your lips and the smell of rain. My sky has fallen, I cave in upon myself. I am alive, but a part of me d..

I’ve been crying in my sleep. Yesterday’s mascara in the pillow, And ichos in your veins, Mixing with my blood. I have tasted of ambro..

I am nothing by myself. I am nothing without you. Forgiveness is too steep a ladder to climb. I see you lock the door of your heart, And I take ..

You are not the first To awake with a nymph, Floating on your chest: You certainly won’t be the last. You be Prometheus, And I’ll pul..

Exemplifications of sorrow sully the mirror And drown the happiness that was once So abundant and profuse. I’d like to think I write like him..

If I had a dime for every time I wish I hadn’t broken you, I could fill this mattress And a hundred thousand chests And I miss you, &lsqu..

I have fallen back to depression, I have succumbed to your temptation. I have abandoned God and faith and hope. I lie about love. I lie about li..

I have filled the pages Of notebooks, Spiraling with words. I have painted canvas With faces, And flowers, And shame. I have nothing, For wh..

False prophets and photography Of a past in shades of gray, Since nothing is ever black and white. We’re always in between, Always in the ..

A wild creature Tied down loses all beauty, Loses her existence Loses her passion, Thoughts, and self. I am tied down With loving ropes Que j..