You were everything detestable 

You were what I couldn’t have 

You were all I avoided 

You were all my thoughts could comprehend 

You were beneath me 

You were too much 

You were my greatest indulgence 

You were my lush 


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You are


You are the calm and comfort of a lazy Sunday 

The taste of mint and man and ease 

With a touch reminisce of the suns glow upon the trees

Sacrosanct like the opening notes of my favourite song

I am mystified through the purple haze as the breeze rejoices your flight

And I tried to hold on to all that you are 

But you are water droplets through my quivering  hands 

So I have decided to turn you into words 

Powerful, strong and true, and all that is you

Because I can enjoy words, I can reflect upon words 

But words cannot bound me 

The way you once had me bound 


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The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. Rudyard Kipling (via unusualzen)
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