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Tag: #Love

  • The Text That Never Came

    And suddenly it’s 3 a.m.and I find myself on my bed, alone,with tears running down my face.I’m staring at my phone,waiting to get that “I miss you” text—but I know that will never be the case. How am I supposed to move on?How am I supposed to pretendlike nothing is wrong?It feels like my whole…

  • My Therapist

    My therapist asked me to describe pain. “It tastes like metal,” I said—like the tang of blood you can’t spit out,the kind that lingers at the back of your throatlong after the wound is made. It smells like raintrapped in a room with no windows—damp, heavy, refusing to leave. It sounds like a door closing…

  • How Much More?

    Hmm… tell me—how much more of myself must I spillbefore you notice the mess I’m drowning in? How many nights must I trade for morningsthat never bring your warmth?How many breaths must I hold backso you can keep breathing easy? Tell me,how much more of these tearsmust I wastefor my cries to finallyreach your ears?…

  • I miss when love was a simple concept

    In days of old, when love was pure,A simple concept to endure,Hearts entwined with gentle grace,In a world where love found its place.No texts, no tweets, just tender touch,A language spoken, oh so much,No filters needed to impress,Just two souls, and nothing less.When love was true, it knew no fear,No games to play, no masks…

  • Love is all i need

    Grey thick walls swallowing my sorrowMine swimming in an ocean of my own tearsLike teargas blocking the small tubes within my tracheaBeing choked by my own sorrowI look around All i could see is me carrying myselfCrying myself to bed trying to ease the pain Cuffed my little self in my shallow pillowSplitting my worries…

  • I waved at her

    I waved at herShe looked downI smiled at her She collected herself I looked her in the eyesShe looked away I held her hand She slide it away I got closer to her She stepped back I pulled her closer She stood still She looted my heart From the roots of my heart I could…

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