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In my bones
I have my mothers need for love
and my fathers anger
and maybe that’s why when you put me down and step on me,
my soul fills with silvery flames
And my emotions turn violent
But as my mother and father fight for the upper hand
I crave that broken love so deeply in my bones,
I sink to the ground and lie down,
and let you crush me.
-m.a.
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To me, there’s nothing more beautiful than life through a broken lens
To appreciate the ugly, dark, honest version of life
To sympathize with
the light being swallowed by the darkness
the slow death of leaves in fall
the way two loveless lovers sit in silence
a fake smile and empty eyes
It takes certain people and certain lives
To see a beauty in dying.
-m.a.
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My mother and I are broken mirrors of one another.
One in the same yet completely opposite.
She has become everyone I never want to be
And I have become everything she could never be.
Maybe this is why as much as you love me,
You look at me and grieve the life you wished you lived.
You place these burdens on my shoulders and
expect me not to collapse under the weight of your regrets.
- I’m sorry you were hurt, but that didn't mean you could hurt me.
m.a.
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