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3/31/2019 (94/?)

haleyincarnate

Quote from the show One Tree Hill

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How do you balance

what can’t ever be?

I’ll love you with

all my oceans and seas

And you’ll love me

with your clouds and skies

And somehow, somehow

Somehow, we’ll look past

The air and waters

And only see vast

Sometimes something

Most times nothing

And we’ll each say

We gave it all we had;

How do you balance

that kind of ‘that’ -

That kind of versioning

That kind of ‘pact’

That kind of contract?

- it is not about balance, just act, maybe

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I saw you writing

I saw you casting stones to the sea

I saw you cursing thunderstorm to cease

I saw you taking your pain to sleep

I saw you building a shelter for your soul

I saw you planting love out of brokenness

a thousand candles with

a thousand matches sticks

you burned the shadows of your past

writing memories on the dust

swaying like a leaf on the tree

when the angry wind blow from the south

releasing your fear like a million birds

during sunset at the beach

unloading your burdens

running your heavy heart under

one rainy morning

I saw you writing

I saw another warrior in the making

Me To You I I see you writing

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Suit and Tie

I will not Button my shirt And resign to means More formal

Gaining strength By appearance To prove this dream Unkempt

Or groom Such jagged hairs Of my faith That’s growing wild

Which believes In small defiance As new paths Toward coming change

From ends I cannot tame With distinction Made to envy

Where I dare To clash with color And remove Each matching piece

That assumes An outward look Is real proof Of living beauty

When all death Can be predicted Like a sale On boring clothes

And pain Its static effort Without style Left to cherish

As we pass Beyond this moment Like that fashion Showing age

While boldness Offers grace Taking risks Which flatter greatly

If the wearer Cares so little Till irreverence Sells their look

Letting locks Fall where they may Tearing jeans Through daily usage

Ripping holes Some call disaster Though that neatness Speaks of fear

Hiding lines Which God has traced To denote Our inner canvas

Finding souls Without transgression But their palette Unexpressed.

- J. Pigno

I’m slowly learning that my heart can be fickle. Longing for a sweet word, enamored by a simple gesture or chasing things for temporary happiness. I’m slowly learning that when it comes to love, my heart still can’t tell when it’s right. My heart still doesn’t know how to fully trust. My heart is still healing and sometimes the fear of being broken again stops my heart from feeling anything at all.