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And in that moment of forced togetherness
I felt like the boy eating off the filth of a paper city
I realised I’m forcing the same trash through my heart
In craving to be someone’s priorityVasvi Gupta – excerpt from Reversed Smiles
Find the specific details on why you loved this person, and it’s okay to find yourself still loving this person, but you have to see that these qualities do exist with a person who’s waiting for you, who’s even willing to give you more.
Let go of the fantasy. Loss is a good place to love yourself more and work on forgiving yourself more.
Baby, don’t think that the time you spent with that person was lost for it has prepared you for this very moment, our conversation here.
Heartache may lead to the suicide of the mind but never of the soul.
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Brokenness
everything wrong happened to you
tender young limbs savaged at the hands of a monster
leaving you a fragmented version
along came i making it all right
your sickness, our dysfunction
enabling they call it
facillitating love’s demise
this will end me too, or
I’m Pregnant
Dad insisted we have a wedding.
Reblog – To Love ( an etheree)
So delicate and sweet, and yes, mushy! Aren’t all love poems supposed to be exactly that? 🙂
to
love you
is to hold
you in my arms
stare, with loving gaze
kiss, passionately too
make, memories together
maybe, sing a joyous love song
write, a vow of loving each other
from this day forward to eternity
Unbalanced
There is bliss found in your open and welcoming arms.
It is possible this fairy tale is not a lie.
Time will tell, giving up your secrets, showing the truth.
The first crack in this loving picture makes an appearance.
Another blow delivered to the illusion of perfection in matrimony.
I’m tired of your strengthening love making me feel weak.
My building annoyance and your anger force a petty showdown.
Geez, here we go again, “another one bites the dust!”
Story of my life – first happy, then angry, now sad.
Time to pick up the pieces and find some balance.
Wishful Thinking
perfection desired
the one is an illusion
pick and choose best parts
Calling It Quits
Being The One
I want my words
to hold truth
that unfolds in your heart
I want you to feel
the love in the volumes
which I speak
I want you to understand
this is all that
a sanctuary, a home, a life
I want you
New Directions
Inspired by Free Verse Revolution April Writing Prompt #3 – The Things Left Behind
Of all the things I left behind,
I miss the promises the most. You said…
… we’d have a future of unending kisses,
embraces, and stability.
You dangled sweetness
making it seem possible
there was nothing more to fear.
… I deserved all the loving gestures and smiles.
You had me bubbling with joy,
planning a future.
Committing to a lifetime
of being grounded.
… ours was the greatest connection.
You filled me with passion,
left me hungering for more,
always.
As if I could trust you.
… you would show me a love I’d
never had before.
I’d be safe.
I’d be calm
because it was real.
I was naive and young.
And I was wrong.
The ugliness which brought me here
finally revealed itself,
shattering those promises.
Now, I start over.
I Write Her 