Everyone

We’ve failed them and said, “youth can be sold”

We’ve taken away the beauty of getting old

Of gravity taking affect after all these years

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(I write my poems in a vignette style so i apologize if you think paragraphs are too long. Anyways here is the poem:

I feel sorry for mirrors. Imagine not being able to look at yourself. Not that the

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We woke up and set out for our day

Did we kiss goodbye?

Did we say Have a good day?

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I loved you like I couldn’t survive without the feel of you.

Every curve, every shiver, every soft gasp

was a pull I couldn’t resist, a hunger I couldn’t control.

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Sometimes I wish you would stop telling me white lies. Tell me honestly, do you like seeing me second guess myself? Do you appreciate me begging for your trust only to receive nothing close to how you

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Your dreams are your only limits

Not someone else’s ceiling,

Not even the sky

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I miss you

I think of you

I wonder about you

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It’s a strange kind of ache, this wanting.

Not sharp, not loud—just steady,

like a low tide that never quite comes in.

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Breathe…

Every inhale claws at my chest,

like air has turned to stone.

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You are the ache behind the smile,

the storm behind calm hands—

soft-spoken strength

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