My Echo, My Shadow & My Heart

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We were like broken mirrors, we only reflected what we chose was worthy. But we knew that the world wouldn’t consider us beautiful anymore, so we quieted down the fires still raging in our hearts. And we fought a constant battle against each other to overcome this madness. And the warfare in our hearts tricked us into believing we were our real enemies. So we picked up our weapons and did what we were taught best, without a second thought, without the smallest doubt. Sadly, when I look back to us now, all I can remember is a myriad of reflections, yours and mine, all mingled up together. And when I look back now, I can still feel the heat of everyone who didn’t love us. What were we even expecting anyways? This world never respects anything that’s broken.

- We healed past heartaches with our own.

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And what did you wanna do? Bound him in chains? Sweetie, he's your lover, not a parrot.

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What she took : My misery, my peace of mind What she gave : Heartache, Happiness

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“You write beautifully” he says.

I sigh.

“It’s not good enough” I say. “I want to write something that means something to someone. I want to write something that makes people stop crying, something that changes lives. I want to write about dawns and sunsets, I want to write about nights cuddled in your arms. I want to hand out hope in my poems.”

He quietly asks "So you want to write you in your poems?”

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The Breakup

Remember. Remember this day for what it was. Remember this fire in your lungs. Remember the way it’s burning your heart right now. Remember this clenching of your throat. Remember how you cried your heart out with no one to hold. Remember he was the reason. Come back to this memory when you’re in doubt once again. Remember how he got away with breaking your heart. Remember how he was so casual about it. Remember how he didn’t flinch. Remember how your past relationships have been. Remember how exactly they ended. Remember the guys and what they did to you. Remember how they played with your mind. Remember how they promised they’d never leave and left anyways in the end. Remember this and so much more. ‘Cause this is the real stuff you gotta remember. Don’t be angry, don’t hate. Grudges are held by the weak. Don’t plot to hurt them back, don’t seek revenge. No that is not why this was written. Remember. 'Cause that is all you can do. Remember why you’ve been miserable. Remember why you won’t tread the path of love again. Remember why you’ll never have a heart anymore. Remember.

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What was it like looking into his eyes? It was like staring down the barrel of a gun. And his lips? Well they were the bullet.

S

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You are simple poetry. Your voice fills every syllable with thousand ecstasies.

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Maybe someday I’ll follow you home; tell myself you’re the misery I’ve been longing for. But I know in my heart I could never take a step in the direction of your shattered perfection, not when every fiber in my body is screaming & imploring to go the other way.

- misled ways (losing my way to a once known paradise)

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I’m still searching for that heart you said you wanted.

S

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People think I’m the knife, but you’re the fire.

S

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I knew I couldn’t walk on water, so I walked on fire instead.

S

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The night brings less stars, more solitude.

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Mother knows best!

When I speak, they tell me I could keep talking forever. When I’m silent, they tell me I’m the most quiet girl they’ve ever seen.

My mother used to laugh and say that my mouth was like a wind-up toy; but a special one at that. For, she explained, that it didn’t open for anyone and everyone, only for quality people, who I thought deserved it; but once it was open, there was no stopping it.

~S

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The World & Me

When I was born, I cried, the world rejoiced When I died, I roared, the world mourned So what do I have left to do with the world?

~S