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i've been watching the smoke in
your lungs turn to
dust-
and i wonder if soon it'll be
your ashes that i'm
carrying in my
hands.
your lungs turn to
dust-
and i wonder if soon it'll be
your ashes that i'm
carrying in my
hands.
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Reorient
I don't need to self-abandon To chase some dream of peace with you. You will find your peace At your own pace, or not. I will never know peace, Unless I stop running And sit here, alone, with me.
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wondertow
perhaps love is meant to end. love opens one's eyes and mind to hope, validation, presence; meaning should exist before, during, after else one be lost in a sea of throwing-up-hands and mirrors smoked. tears are choked back often, smeared journal entries erode over time to be faint scars; we are libraries of guilt and apprehension stacked past icarus' wonder. once your fangs grow you're in the bite, only right to taste a throat or two before you file them away like wildflowers between pages of a book you will bury in dust. perhaps love is meant to remind us of kindness offered, of striving to be more, of how we know ourselves when we feel blessed, of coughing up beauty like stars aligned with expectations. and then, as a candle at dawn, let go.
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bright orange pieces
The darkness of evening kindles a half-light in me. A sense of calm and sadness and utter change. I will see it later in my dreams as a burnt log breaking into bright orange pieces over dying embers. By morning I will not remember it the same way, but might suddenly recall how it felt to be in love. I would be glad to know what my heart can still do after all this time.
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I'm sorry you have to watch someone you love go through this. On the flip side as a trying-to-be-ex-smoker, this makes me think of the many reasons outside of myself there is to quit.