Tag: Confessional Poetry
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Law of Impermanence
But I like the company of you, making me feel like I’m not gonna break and crumple and lose soul once you leave and go your own way without me; it’s the magic of no promises and new learned names— nothing scathed so deeply yet; nothing to lose should two brushed souls suddenly part.
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Before the Storm
I tiptoe out the door but i know it in my soul I’m my own prisoner, I’m not going anywhere even if I already have my deathly answer.
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Skins
…now I wound myself from scratching you off of me yet you are still underneath this flesh of mine, beneath my skin and in everywhere that can’t be seen you inhabit me, never to be unbound.
Stellar Scripts 