Brianna Carnegie Poems

There is nothing more
human than a broken heart
and gasps between wails.
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Hold my hand so I
know that you are beside me
when it is too dark.
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I find it very fitting that a storm with your same name
is rolling in while you break down every wall I have built.

The fear that I won't be safe without them is setting in, but accidents might not exist.
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There will never be
anything more worth fighting
for than you and me.
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We all have dark places. They reside in the cracks of our souls. Everyone goes inside sometimes, but for you, I will follow with three sources of light on hand and sit in the silence and sable ink. I'll listen to your breath so I know you're still with me; the only thing worse than being dead is being alone. The deafening silence will echo the old fragments of you, now lingering there in your splintered caverns. We are all murderers, having killed parts of ourselves to survive. There is blood on all of our hands. Something somewhere had to die along the way so we could stay alive, and no one should have to visit the grave sites alone.
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All the grief and anguish I hold in my chest brings new meaning to a heavy heart.
The pain is mine and mine alone; no one is entitled to it.

Most will never know of the illness in my head or the acid in my throat, and just because I carry it well, it is no less heavy.
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My heart is a flowerbed,
but you were a vole
eating at the buds.
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I want to be so
beautiful that you're left with
no words for others.
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I tried to save the
best of me for the one who
understands the worst.
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I always find myself
searching the darkness for
the most pretty things.
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