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Rupi Kaur - the sun and her flowers

a lot of times
we are angry at other people
for not doing what
we should have done for ourselves

- responsibility


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where do we go from here my love
when it's over and i'm standing between us
whose side do i run to
when every nerve in my body is pulsing for you
when my mouth waters at the thought
when you are pulling me in just by standing there
how do i turn around and choose myself

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i can still see our construction hats lying
exactly where we left them
pylons unsure of what to guard
bulldozers gazing out for our return
the planks of wood stiff in their boxes
yearning to be nailed up
but neither of us goes back
to tell them it is over
in time
the bricks will grow tired of waiting and crumble
the cranes will droop their necks in sorrow
the shovers will rust
do you think flowers will grow here
when you and i are off
building something new
with someone else

- the construction site of our future


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day by day i realise
everything i miss about you
was never there in the first place

- the person i fell in love with was a mirage


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the irony of loneliness
is we all feel it
at the same time

- together
22.3.18 14:47
 


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