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all or nothing,

When you stop hoping you start deciding

I see you for who you are and I love you anyway

sunday is for dreams

I often think the answer to poetry is not knowing the answer.

When it comes to you I do I can't help it I just do

all she really wants is just one flower,

so i pulled the sky down with my teeth

Now that I've seen you I can't look away

love is a drug and we are the side effects

I saw a flower today it looked just like you

I can’t do this without you

hearts can be wild creatures, maybe that’s why our ribs are in cages,

souls don’t forget where they’re buried.

So, my dearest girl, it is evening again after a sleepless afternoon, nothing more is written, only to this girl to whom one always wants to write, from whom one always wants to hear, with whom one always wants to be, in whom one would most like to disappear. Franz Kafka, 1912

you are the poem i refuse to finish

A love note on your palm to take with you.

my fingers are stained with ink spilled in your name,

the sky is full of everything we couldn’t say,

Some souls speak the same language, even in silence.

give me another world, i’d rather your apocalypse than mine,