Monday, March 7, 2016

All that's left

I write best when I am either falling in love or falling apart.
There was a time in my life when I couldn’t tell the difference
Between a mirror and a window.
I could look inside either and see everything but myself. 

I want to be the kind of story you have to tell everyone you know
Some people ask why I spend so much time editing my poems. 
I tell them, when I'm gone, these will be the only things left.

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