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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You arrive like the first word of a language I didn't know I was born to speak— slender as the space between breath and prayer, a rose opening in the dark of my closed mouth. That glance of yours cuts through me clean, the way morning light splits an empty room in half: before you, after you. How do I unknow the weight of your absence? How do I unlearn the way my ribs crack open when someone speaks your name? * I follow your scent through morning streets, a pilgrim drunk on the possibility of glimpsing your face— my spring incarnate, the season I carry in my chest like wildfire. Your laughter tastes like copper pennies on my tongue. Your touch scorches the frost off January's skin. * In my dreams, I am the storm your thoughts ignite. I would pour my life like gasoline into the engine of your smallest need. Even faithless, even distant, you grow orchids in the cemetery of my wanting. * Where do I run when fate has carved my name into the bark of inevitability? Who do I fight but the mirror that shows me my own starvation? Bartender, pour the drink that tastes like forgetting. Musician, play the song that sounds like dying beautifully. * God, send me someone who speaks fluent heartbreak, who can excise the bruised echo of what never fully was. From one look—just one— I could sculpt a universe small enough to drown in. * This heart bleeds your cruelty through every pore. My eyes telegraph morse code to anyone willing to listen: S.O.S. — again, again, again. Patience hemorrhages. The infrastructure of hope buckles under its own weight. * If you came to my bedside now, you'd find only the hollow where hunger carved out my name— this grief-scraped shell that has declared war on every sunrise that doesn't taste like you. But I keep breathing anyway, this stubborn machine of longing, this fool who mistakes survival for victory.
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