serene

Poetry eater

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[greedyysoul]

Was Love the poison and grief the blade?

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O, can a heart be so full of grief, and yet not break?

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How many times can a heart break before it turns to stone, or worse, to ash

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How loud do I have to bleed before you finally hear me?

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[greedyysoul]

[greedyysoul]

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“I am on the highest branch” -All the bright places

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[girlbeneaththesmiles]

Down to the Bone

I will rip myself apart

Down to the bone

Again

And again

I'll regrow the flesh and sinew

And sew it all back together

Over

And over

Until my heart can finally beat

Without bleeding out

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[vexheart]

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Kim Addonizio, "The Singing", Tell Me