You have to be able to separate
how you feel about someone
from how someone makes you feel

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As you grow older
You’ll learn to mourn
Parts of yourself that are dead but still living
Broken but still breathing
You’ll learn that the heart is like a wild animal
That needs to be tamed with age
And that wisdom comes from many stripes

You’ll learn to accept that pain
Has never killed anyone
What kills men is their avoidance of it

You’ll learn that if you hold things too tightly
You will not only lose
But you will bruise yourself while doing so
And sometimes the only way to live
Is to die with your heart still beating

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Dey for who dey for you.

-2025

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I’m forgetting parts of us now
Maybe that’s the cycle of life
To love, be loved and then to forget

I’m left with compliments that I was too slow to give out
And words that I was too busy to say
I’m forgetting the walk to the grocery stores
And the unplanned journeys to town

There’s a strange sadness in this
That someone we saw as part of us has now become
An appendage, amputated, left to die
The only consolation in this is that
We were afraid enough to love
And brave enough to forget

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I said yes to eternity the first time I laid my eyes on you
It was as if somehow I found a way to cradle the sun in my arms
As if the heavens itself trusted me
To care for you as their own
If loving you means chasing sunsets
Then maybe running isn’t a bad thing after all

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This is what healing looks like
You and I breaking together

Slowly, gracefully, beautifully together
One and the same

Imprisoned by the desires
That have carved the borders of our existence

This is what breathing looks like
Your hands in mine
Taking you in like a movie
As all else fades away

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I never believed in the divine
But each day I see pieces of god
Sprinkled across the steps you take
With you every moment is a wonder
Perhaps this is what heaven feels like
The merging of two souls
The beating of two hearts as one
The surrendering of two bodies

I see god everyday
Not with my eyes but with my heart
Each touch is a revelation
Each word a prophecy
Each embrace a theology
A doctrine birthed from sermons of your beauty
Your beauty, a sermon preached only by Angels
You are the church I see, a revival of my deepest longings

They will call this blasphemy
But this is me losing my religion to love
This is me seeing the divine in the form of flesh
This is my end in the search of the divine
This is me becoming a believer
This is my calling
Truly if this isn’t heaven, then I do not want another.

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You will know it's time to leave
When it's easier to walk away than it is to stay.

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If the flowers need the rain to bloom
maybe the storms I fear
are exactly what my soul needs to come alive.

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“And here you are, learning how to walk alone while tending to your wounds. Somehow not breaking under the heaviness of your old wounds. Having the courage to show your scars, relearning that love is first a gift you give to yourself. Realizing that you are enough and the world will see your beauty only when you learn to see it yourself”

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