Where I Lost Myself ~

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SOME POETRIES 🖤✨️

IT'S ALMOST SAD,

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Almost sad when they sound different around others, When you'll notice you haven't seen this part of them. It's almost sad, When you know it's because they're not comfortable around you, Or perhaps you don't give them enough reason to be themselves. ~🖤✨️

YOUR SOUL

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Your soul is a gift that keeps on giving for eternity. I tried for the longest to wrap my head around the makings of you, but there aren't complex prose in which I could write without trapping some side of you inside a box, shadowed behind the sparkles of your other qualities. And this dilemma you craft from nothing makes all the witches and magicians doubt their sorcery. ~🖤✨️

YOU TELL ME

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You tell me “I am too much” as if your heart were a forbidden place, locked away, as if feeling deeply were a wound that refuses to heal. But sweetheart, I crave the storm in you, the tempest hiding in your chest, the wild, unbridled surge of emotions no one else dares to face. Let me drown in your chasms, wade through the shades of silence, trace the flimsy map of your contusions, run my fingers over every indented rim, each splintered shard where the light has seeped out, yet somehow, beauty outshines despair. If your love is a battlefield, then call me to arms. If it’s fire, let me be consumed until I am ash. I have always craved for a place fierce enough, raw enough, to measure the depth of what I feel a place that dares to test if my heart can stand unbroken, even in the heart of your storm. ~🖤✨️

BREATH

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Breathe into this dead air and you shall know the desperation of acceptance, Breath into those delicate eyes and you'll forever instill the agony of a slow burning dance, Breath into the heart that was raided and you'll know your hands can't be a steady balance, Breath into your intoxicated senses and you'll know the taste of a longing trance. -so don't breath in, breath out.

CRYING IN THE NIGHT

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I cried in the middle of the night, alone, where no one could see, wondering how I became so lonely, how my heart felt so empty. I blamed myself, over and over, thinking maybe it’s my fault that no one holds my heart close, that I’m here, waiting in the dark. I still cry for someone to choose me, to see me, to say I matter. But I know, deep down, tears can’t make love appear, tears don’t bring someone near. Yet I let them fall, quiet and slow, because even if they don’t change anything, they’re the only way my heart knows to say it’s hurting and alone. ~Thoughtless