The Coldest Summer
98 degrees and the heat is only skin deep.
Snow falls hard in the hart of dixie tonight.
Watch as my tears drop like hail
While my skin turns a whiter shade of pale.
What once was soft is now not so frail.
I've placed a chill in my kiss
Hardened my heart and hardened my skin.
Ice in my blood, I'm frigid to the touch.
I almost had my soul stolen,
so now I'll just keep it frozen.
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truth be told(iv)
"Forgiveness is an act of self-care." - 35218
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LET GO 2
Don't do that to me.
Don't fix your hands in knotted silk,
Then tell me that you love me.
You love the thought of me,
A thought that you perceived.
You're not loving me, not like I need to be,
And if that's selfish I am hardly sorry;
I have to be.
You were my everything, but "my everything" wasn't your everything; because your everything was you.
No debate, no dispute.
I was there.
I know the truth.
Keep your soft spoken hellos.
I'm done; I'm through.
This goodbye is because of you.
I'm letting go, please, let go too.
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Clean House
I chose you over me,
And you didn't even consider me an option.
I was ready to give you the keys,
Make space in a place that was too small for me.
I took the time to blur the lines between what I "wanted" and what I "needed".
A little self-sacrifice goes a long way, right?
So I pulled myself out the race
Hoping you would find peace and happiness without me.
Anything I couldn't give you,
I wished the next one would,
But I watched him shatter you, dismantle you and build a whole new man out of you.
It broke my heart to see you torn apart, but like any good friend I played my part.
I held your hand while you turned my ear into a confessional, my shoulder into a pillow, and my shirt into a tissue.

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Words Heard Across the Street from Avondale Park
Poetrya poetry collection about learning to bloom in hard soil