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There’s something really bittersweet about the end and how we appreciate the fine moments that we had.

depth of the crevice walls of diamonds a glistening with a mind too impetuous speed of the lobes shoulders to knees our touch, two beings beauty of gravity eyes like doves presence of a god the love, to live the thought…

I’m not one to make you wait, not one to make you cry; and it’s never a game, but I’m always the first to die.

It’s funny because I fell so abruptly as he left rather quietly. It gave me no chance to breathe, feel or understand where he was coming from. He was just gone and I was just gone.

For you have only had love for yourself and have yet to deal the gift of loving another more than yourself.

here we were 108° atop a mountain shouting lovely things beside crying trees all the things you could never weren’t forever but the love distilled and the quaint wild air we were the ground how dirt becomes the way it t…

I recall the pain like I remember your face and I connect your face with butterflies and rain. The disdain you had towards life and what I thought it meant to be your guy.

We were simply only ever my vulnerability.

I was screaming infidelities, but by infidelity I meant unfaithfulness to myself in regards to my desire for someone to love me.

blackest of roses twined with the cleanest of air the way he stood in solitude right there lonely