Adventura, Poetry
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I could diagram the constellations
with all the places you left your mark on me.

I called you destiny and you called me home,
there was never a space for letting go
between your ribs and my hands.
My hands were strong but you were stronger
so we both pulled till we broke, we had to.

I wish we didn’t have to say goodbye
but it seems we’ve run out of places to hide
and I can’t seem to find a nicer way to put it.
Since I can’t have you, I’ll take the stars you left behind,
close my eyes and pretend they’re new.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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