Photographs

A person is a collage of people warring to become a portrait.

I have always been a fire,
and everyone I loved walked away as ashes,
until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.
I write to forget the days that broke me into a thousand nights.
The world is full of beautiful places. Let your heart be one of them.
Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.
Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.
The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.
The ones who love your dark are the only light you’ll ever need.
I write to create a sky where the moon can touch the sun and not get burned.

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