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When I told you that I loved you, I loved myself again.

I loved that I could still be a person who loved.

I realised that I was a person who could be loved.

I loved that your love, made the pieces of myself that I considered tarnished, shine.

Your love is healing, your love sowed seeds and nurtured withered feelings.

My love, you gave me a thousand reasons to keep on loving.

I love that we created something with our love, that we survived other forms of love, recovered from those once loved.

We loved like love anew.

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Want

When you get up at midday, I want you to feel like you have slept enough to see the world anew. Instead of being instantly tired of remembering who you are.

I want you to want to wear a slick of red lipstick and power your way through the week.

I want you to see the point in washing your hair and breathing.

I want you to feel the way you’re loved. Like a blanket you walk around with, I want all of your awesome to wash all over you.

I want you to remember that indigo is your favourite colour because you can’t grasp at the exact shade. It’s a million shades of ink, too blue or too purple. You hope to catch it through prisms, in chinks of light that filter through the window and flicker over swirls of dust.

I want you to want to look in the mirror, I want you to wear a matching set, to brush your hair and flick your eye liner.

I want you to fall in love with all your favourites again.

I want you to want to get out of your pyjamas and see the world and be thankful for x,y, and z.

I want you to know that you are allowed to feel this way. You are allowed to wallow, but I also want you to remember that you are allowed to feel wonderful and you are allowed to succeed despite every day this week telling you otherwise.

I want you to remember that you once knew yourself in a completely different way. You were confident, you got out of bed, you lived.

I want you to stop using past tenses and love yourself again.

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Drown.

'Pretending not to care about you, is like holding my breath underwater'

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Mind Photography

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Sunday

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The last cigarette

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The things we never say

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Here is all I know

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Remember you best..

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Pieces

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