Every day I come back
to these empty four walls,
hoping the darkness
doesn’t make a home.
But it has
and you’re not here.
You probably never were.
I’ve tried to chase it out,
but I know I’ll make peace
with the ghost of you.

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The clouds must be
very comforting,
probably why we build
castles in the air anyway.

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Mountains didn’t
come up overnight.
Each piling rock counts.

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While you’re counting
all the mountains
upon your shoulders,
take care to
put a few down too.

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Blood may be thicker than water
but it doesn’t seep through
crevices of the dark.

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Isn’t life just a bunch of
core memories
playing on loop
in different forms?

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The dust settles,
eventually.
There’s no more wind,
just you.

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I find it scary sometimes,
after all this time, to fall again,
as hard as I have.
You can hurt me if you wanted to.
I’d be wrecked, this is certain.
It makes me want to back off a little.
Maybe just a step or two?
To protect this heart that‘s
melting all over you.
It’s not even about the grand gestures,
or our time together, or the pretty places.
It’s those moments of giggles and laughter,
how your eyes crinkle at the side
with your shy smile.
The calm I feel when these arms
are wrapped around you.
It’ll always be the death of me,
every time you’re half asleep, whispering
I love you.

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As I set one foot
ahead of the other,
the path came alive.

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Of all the stories we hear,
the one we tell ourselves
holds our sense of truth.

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