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I’m sitting in this haunted car
Thinking about all our late-night drives
Sometimes I feel like I won't be able to let you go
I’m stuck on this road
Us in opposing directions
Has fate written us as lovers only to make two antithetical people?
Z. Clare

My heart aches from the pain your words bring
We were everything
And now I'm a cast out
You shaped me into a beautiful flower
So you could take me down
And gift me to your lover
Z. Clare

I had a picnic with Winter once.
We sat on a blanket of snow and ate cold delicacies while he twirled beautiful snowflakes around my head.
I would become dizzy from catching them on my tongue. Winter was the best to talk to because he knew how to make a broken heart laugh. And even when he melts away each year, he finds a way to piece me back together. I miss the way he makes every snowflake feel like a memory that was once forgotten in my head. One I would like to catch again and again.
Z. Clare

My hands were not mine to control
They were yours
And though I love you
I can't be standing here
Letting you take and take and take
I want to be free
Boundless
I want to be a fox in the night
A dandalion seed in the sky
I want to feel and love and live
I want to be what you never dreamed me to be
I want that to be my story
I want to be my own creation
Z. Clare

I've carried this weight
Carried it with no words to speak
I let you hold me in the night
Let you tell me sweet nothings
Those words fooled me
And now I'm nothing but a small trinket left behind
Z. Clare

Talk to me in a whisper
A gentle caress
I want to feel your words
Let it sink into my soul
Do you hear my heart?
It beats for you
Z. Clare

You tore my heart out
It's beating in the palm of your hand
I wish you had told me why you do the things you do
And why I'm still captivated by the color in your eyes
Z. Clare

He's swift to lash out with his words
Swift like a blade
I'm cut and bruised
I've always been tongue tied,
Unable to speak out
Z. Clare

I've been running through the woods
Oh lover come find me
I'm lost to my thoughts
Caught in the thorn bushes
How the great wind whistles its mocking laugh
I've been running through the woods
Oh lover
I'm lost
Z. Clare

Rose petals on my nose

Raindrops speckling my skin

Love is in its earliest bloom

Come hear it sing

Z. Clare