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#heartbreak poem
aretherestarsinhell · 7 months ago
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“i still love you. you know that right? i always did, probably always will. lord knows i was never good at letting things - or people - go.”
-and other things i’ll never tell you. c.r.
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alhwrites · a year ago
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you will never get what you deserve if you stay with what you tolerate.
— alhwrites
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silent-insanities · 2 months ago
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I know I deserve better than this, but does better even exist?
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tellherium · a month ago
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exit wounds
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ultraromantically-suffering · 2 months ago
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And I shall beg myself for forgiveness, for allowing my body to feel, and my heart to trust.
Ultraromantically Suffering, 2022
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onlyanothermundane · 7 months ago
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I fell in love with a version of you that never existed.
-ri.
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missvmisery · a month ago
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Take It Back
If I could take back the sleepless nights and wasted tears
Over someone who was never mine
And never wanted to be mine
I don't know if I would take it back
Is there something wrong with me because of that?
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chaoticsweetheart · 8 months ago
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I do not know how to unlove you I have burned the memories I have deleted the messages I have sent your number away I have told myself that it is over it is over it is over it is over at least for you it is over but for me I remember the sunsets glittering rays on the skin music echoing around like fairies dancing fingers in my hair with a touch I didn’t know I could have every time I look at someone else I feel an ache every time I know that you don’t care it is over for you I don’t know how to make it over for me I pretend you are dead to me but even the dead can be loved so what am I to do when I remember the sunlight while you are gone into the night
- Chaoticsweetheart / Miranda B
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lovelornnn · 8 months ago
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Falling out of love
was the best for me,
and one day you will know,
I am not like them.
I am not soft,
and I will not be swayed,
my love is for real,
it’s just not meant for you.
We’re too different-
you bury your feelings in bodies,
I bury mine in secrets
that cut me all night long.
I can see the shadow of myself within
the pictures you take
of your new love,
cut, copy, and paste-
You know
no different angles.
I wonder what you think of,
when the same lighting
hits her face.
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99pinklightsuicide · 3 months ago
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was it ever
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bookofdani · a month ago
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Sometimes.
Sometimes there is no next time, or second chance.
Sometimes it's not see you later, its goodbye.
Sometimes forever, has an end date.
And sometimes we must break, to heal.
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aretherestarsinhell · 5 months ago
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maybe all the signs were there-
maybe i just refused to see them.
after all, red flags just look like flags when you see them through rose colored glasses.
-why did i believe you when you said you'd never hurt me? c.r.
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alhwrites · a year ago
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I know this isn’t something you want to hear, but I think it’s something you need to hear: sometimes someone’s inability to love you the right way is not their fault. If you are the first person to show someone pure, genuine love, they may not know how to reciprocate because they’ve never experienced it before. In turn, they may not know how to give it back. This doesn’t mean that it’s your job to teach them, that you have to tolerate it, or that you deserve it, but I’ve found it incredibly helpful in my own healing to understand that sometimes people aren’t hurting you or treating you poorly intentionally. Sometimes people will self sabotage good things because they don’t think they’re worthy of it. Sometimes they just don’t know what to do, so they ruin it, whether that be by running away, being disrespectful, or causing pain. Sometimes, people still have their own growing to do. Sometimes it has nothing to do with you, it’s just that you happened to be there in the collateral damage. I don’t say this to justify any of their bad actions, but to offer a different perspective that may aid you in forgiving and ultimately reaching your peace.
— alhwrites
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silent-insanities · 6 months ago
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What is the point of loving when it always ends like this?
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drop-of-lime · 6 months ago
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That Christmas Feeling That We Lost (Or Never Had), May Broomfield
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pleensoft · 13 days ago
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I miss the days when the only thing I cried about was because I scraped my knee
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091116 · a month ago
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You didn’t trust me when we first starting dating because the ones you loved before had all cheated and abandoned you. I repaired your heart. I showed you what real love looks like. I helped you heal from the trauma. I healed you just for you to cheat, betray and completely destroy me.
j.n / how is that fair?
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avanillaopus · 9 months ago
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There is nothing complicated about it: I don't want to do this without you. I'm simply not going to try and find peace in your absence, I'm not going to try to move on. No. I'm going to watch my own body eat itself alive from the inside out so nobody else can ever touch it. I'm going to scream myself hoarse so nobody else can ever hear me sing, listen to me whisper sweet nothings into their ears. I'm going to become unrecognisable so that when I look into the mirror, I don't see the woman that you loved, the face you cherished, the body you held so close to yours. There is nothing complicated about it: I'm going to kill her because the sight of her hurts too much.
h.w
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onlyanothermundane · 7 months ago
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In the end, the pain he made me go through was much more than the love I held for him.
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logicaldreamer · 5 months ago
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in the bar, you told me you could dice an onion in five seconds. I loved you for all five of them. brow furrowed. knife moving smoothly against the butcher block in your kitchen. if only cooking was as simple as a sharpened blade & a vegetable. after I hung up for the last time, it snowed. I smashed my phone. the sky broke open & the world got quiet. the kind that makes me uneasy. I can hear the squirrels on my roof again. it’s just us & the pot of soup on my stove. I’m determined to learn to cook & to repair the holes in my walls. I want to be able to dice an onion slowly for the next person I love.
g.t.e. // poem for a pickup line that hooked me
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