Written with coffee

ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ

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The world you promised me was built by someone else

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Don’t bring flowers to where I rest when you never stayed while I was falling apart in bloom

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You asked why I cared about someone beyond the ocean.

I suppose I was already yours, long before you noticed.

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There are nights when I am a full moon Too vast for my own sky I shine as if I were eternal As if the world revolved around me

Then I begin to lose my edges I wane slowly Like someone apologizing For having shone too brightly

I grow again without noticing A thin promise in the dark A thread of light that feels like hope But might be vertigo

And when I become new It is not a beginning It is erasure An entire sky pretending I am still there.

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We're almost at a full moon 🌕

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never

enough

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Some people are not meant to stay. They are simply transient souls. Temporary passages beside you, sharing a stretch of the road before quietly surrendering their seat to whoever comes next

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She loves dancing in the dark. She enjoys her own company. She lives in a world of dreams. She resists rules and rejects patterns. She embraces the darkness within her and the light of those she loves. She is made of phases, yet her principles remain immutable. She is everything she wants to be, and still, she is no one.

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These were the last tears I shed for you

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Staying silent to avoid conflict, only to live in conflict because of the silence

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You don't have to justify the decisions you make for your own good and safety

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There are nights when I am a full moon Too vast for my own sky I shine as if I were eternal As if the world revolved around me

Then I begin to lose my edges I wane slowly Like someone apologizing For having shone too brightly

I grow again without noticing A thin promise in the dark A thread of light that feels like hope But might be vertigo

And when I become new It is not a beginning It is erasure An entire sky pretending I am still there.

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It was a year woven with anguish, carved by decisions, shaped by change, and crowned with the quiet birth of new beginnings

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There's something about us that no time or distance can erase

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Two souls wandering in distant corners of the world, longing for the day they finally meet

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February.

5 a.m.

Open window.

The ocean breathing in the distance.

The cold air of early morning.

Everything seems the same even though it has quietly changed.

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My heart races whenever I remember that moment, in our special place, when I touched her face and watched her nearly melt before my eyes

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I miss the rush of seeing your texts at 5 a.m., when the world was still half dreaming