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Be careful, the devil can hear your prayers too.

He doesn't always come with horns and pitchfork.

Sometimes, he comes dressed up like everything you've ever wanted.

The wound is where the light enters.

The light doesn't knock, doesn't inform;

It wanders, travels; wherever it goes,

there's a trail left for eyes to follow.

Darkness is a path light doesn't travel

Doesn't mean it is empty

Doesn't mean it is suffocating

Darkness is a space devoid of light, just that.

It is yet full of hope, dreams, and the

patience to wait, to long

and to love,

again.

To live,

again.

The wound is where the light enters.

At times, I squint.

At times, I search.

At times, it brightens my world.

At times, the absence of it is enough.

✧

I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way that I hurt...

How odd it is...

‎ to be haunted

‎by someone

‎who is still alive.

Poetry doesn't cure grief...

It understands.

What is this love, if false it proves to be?

you kissed my cheek after dinner

and i felt fuller than ever...

I AM NOT GOD BUT I AM SOMETHING similar

Somewhere in the wind, I swear I hear you calling me back.

WHAT YOU DID TO ME WAS NOT LOVE