𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓑𝓪𝓪𝓪𝓫𝔂

imagine coming undone and you could trust someone to catch every fucking piece of you

our ghosts walk through the outline of something that used to be whole

just like the way a storm breaks the edges of the shores—repeatedly, and without mercy ... this hurt rages on

The ruins of you reside in the museums of me.

I am mosaic in all the places the world forgot to look

I am a quiet ache and a sounding alarm—split open where nothing but ancient old secrets love to swarm.

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Love is like the stars. It’s shines on long after death. __ and all of the sudden; I am cured.

_and in the silence, I suddenly understood the many ways, a person can die, and still be alive...

There's a version of me I buried long ago; And some nights, I walk the graveyards, A I M L E S S L Y __just to find me__

Have the poems been kind to you?

Words are only words; silly heart.

The moon always gets the blame.

In the healing, And the hurting, There is always hope.

Accomplish the little wins you need today to make your load lighter. You're beautiful, you're strong, you're inner gifts are special & needed, and you got this.