you keep making me look at my phone

and i can't tell if i love or hate it.

son't let work define you.

you're better than what you get paid to do.

you unleashed emotions in me that turned into poetry.

i trusted you with my soul and that was rare. 

but you made my soul feel like it wasn't enough

even though that's all i had to give,

because i was too busy protecting my heart.

our differences got the best of us,

but we had the same passion for each other.

we talk about things.

we talk about nothing.

i would rather have you as a friend than nothing at all.

you don't have to gain the same things from different people.

people are in your life to shape you into the beautiful sculpture you are. 

let them chisel.

umami of emotions

i gave you your space and time.

come

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