I speak of tales untold. The ones that scream the broken side of the hope I feed in another world.
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I remember asking you to promise me you'll never let go no matter how I push you away. And I remember asking you to never receive me again whenever I come back. You never did.
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I don't remember anything you said that hurt me. I can only remember the things you spoke that made me happy and the ones you didn't say that made me sad.
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It happened once. But i remember it clearly. It’s the first time I won over what keeps your attention away from me.
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The Sting
It comes even in my places of comfort.
My calm is chaos when even comfort reminds me of you.
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Beloved,
I’m doing better. Thank you for keeping me in your prayers. It sure sting still and I often get drown by my questions. But I know I did the right thing. It hurts still and my wrist and chest remind me often but I know I’m free. At least I know you’ll never wait. At least I know you’ll find someone else.
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and so you walk on and walk away
When it is mostly about them and not really about you,
what can you do other than observe them go about,
and concealingly wish the best for them,
even when all that's good for them wouldn't include you.
- DG
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Don’t ask me questions. I’m too busy questioning my self to deal with your own existentialism. Please, if you must, forward those feelings across to me and I’ll get back to you in 3 to 5 business days. I can’t handle your questions tonight, I am not who you need me to be tonight, not this Tuesday night at 12.47am. And I will not feel ashamed for that. I will not feel guilty for letting the hardened skin on my shoulders and my soles take a break from your wind and harsh sun. I will not apologise for what I need tonight. I will not. I will not be the bending and moulding you want me to me. I will not let you anymore.
sincerely, sharon ♥︎ (via sincerelysharon)
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i am a very cynical person. i don’t think someone can be sincere just for the hell of it and that’s due to some trauma you can read about in a different poem filled with metaphors later, but when i say that i know you don’t want to see the ugly pasts of me, that is not the cynicism talking. i know you don’t want to see the bad. you just want to see the bad turn into something beautiful and that’s fine. that’s okay. just don’t ask me to come out of the room earlier than i told you i would. don’t ask me to write beautiful poems when i’m still writing angry ones. don’t ask me to fast forward anything, because i have to learn how to turn into something beautiful even though i am something charred. you don’t want the sad, bitter parts. you want the positivity. you want the light at the end of the tunnel, even if you never realize i never actually got there—i’m just good at describing things that can give others hope. yes i am a very cynical person. but it doesn’t change any of these facts.
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Died at 20.
“Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.” - Benjamin Franklin
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Oblivion
Hear the voice of a broken heart
Who sleeps to the tune of a forgotten promise.
Give ear to its discordant art--
The beat of a crippled piece.
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Love And Its Buts
Love is both words and work. But I see neither of them. Not anymore. Love is time. But it has been the greatest distance between us this time. Love is giving. But it seems like it's something we only want to receive. True love never fails. Is ours still true?
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Fear&Me.
I looked back and kept feeding myself with reasons why I shouldn’t trust you. Defense mechanism. Until I came to a point where I can no longer see the beauty of the process of working things out. I may have denied it but behind all those covering up and comforting words I spoke to make you feel better are coals I’ve set upon your head to let guilt wash you and make you blame yourself because we didn’t make it. I should’ve trusted you when it’s hardest to do because that’s when you need it most. But woe unto me! I failed. And will always do because fear has made friends with me. Adios mi amor.
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Why I Can’t Let Go
I don't know all that you are But I know you. Many have made themselves known to me But I know you. People would speak of all the good And all the bad that they are But I know you. They may impress me But I know you. You've made yourself known to me And You may disappoint For a thousand excuses But I know you. I may have failed a thousand times For a thousand reasons But I know you. I may have let go of trust But I've known you. I've seen our truths and the lies All wrapped up together But I know you. I have embraced you, The you I know, Because I know you.
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