you can let go now
I love you, Mom, I whisper
her hand rests in mine
“Don’t Leave Me This Way,”
but you left me with a heart full of pain.
I stood in fear with “No Way” out,
with doubt creeping into my head.
“Everybody Loves Somebody,”
but I was left here on my own.
I wondered, “Where Did Our Love Go?”
when you walked away and left me alone.
But somewhere beyond the darkest night,
“I See the Light” — a flicker, so bright.
“I’ve Got You Under My Skin,”
yet I won’t let the past pull me in.
So I’ll “Let It Be,” and carry on,
even when my strength feels gone.
“I’ll Rise” above the pain I knew,
and slowly find my way anew.
“The Best Is Yet to Come,” they say,
so I’ll keep moving toward a brighter day.
And when the darkness fills my sight,
I’ll hold on to that little bit of light.
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips—
plump, embedded in rare nectars.
The scent of your skin lingers on me:
a velvety, flawless cashmere of senses,
an aroma envious of exquisite flowers' perfumes.
I’ve tasted the sweetest of lips...
and the scar that was left in my soul.
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Surrounded by my friends
But I still go home and start
Writing all alone in my room
Thoughts keep coming back to you
Each time I taste the liquor
All it does is sour my memories
I can’t see the good you brought me
Same with the others before you
I have to stop and look at myself
Is it a pattern, am I a bad person?
What’s wrong with me and the way I love
Maybe I don’t deserve it all
My therapist said I made progress
But I don’t quite see it.
Cause if I was the perfect man
I wouldn’t repeat all these mistakes again
I find it so hard to trust my heart
In anyone’s hands, maybe I’m the problem
But I still crave physical attention
Without having to go deeper
Where do I go from here?
Should I try again
Or lock myself in my shell
Maybe something fake is what I need
I’m trying to unlearn all the things
That hurt me and lead me to hurt others
So if it means to block off love
I’d do it until I know I’m worth loving
I'll ruin myself for you,
Maybe I won't laugh
For a year or two.
Your smile will burn my heart,
Maybe it'll be the end of the start
And I'll ruin myself for you
Like I always do.
I crawl to you in the dark,
You're the tree and I'm the bark,
I wish it wasn't true
That I'll ruin myself for you
Like I always do.
Your opulent house
Where you live like a mouse
Under the scrawny scrutiny of your wife,
Your petty pride for your sad and silly life.
Yet you still don't care
For my love so fair,
Which is so cruel and unfair
That you dare
To neglect me so it's true
That I'll ruin myself for you
Like I always do.
Bigger than the sky is my hunger and greed for life,
Such a pity that I'll never become your bubbly and beautiful wife,
The only thing I ever wanted,
Your memories and I'm forever haunted.
If only you could see
The pure love for you in me
Flowing like roaring rivers so authentic,
Me and you, the two of us so magnetic.
Now you know that it's true
That I'll ruin myself for you
Like I always do.
The tiny ray of hope in the warmth and glory, peaks itself through my window
As i lay still, on the ground, wondering
As the air gets colder and colder
What intrigued me, about you..?
The twisted smirk you thought was charm
The conversations you thought would get me by
The lies you fed, the hearts you shred in the past
Your incompetence in being yourself
Yet you think i write all about you
Yes, i do
But not anymore, is it for you
It's just about a boy who ran and ran
And shamelessly ran
Searching for roses on a barren land
Haunted by ghosts of his own mind
And when i knew what wasn't mine to begin with
I took a step back
Your faux and your empty words, i left those walls to you
In vain, you suffer
When you know, when you're alone
You can't walk through
And am not someone who takes revenge
But am the perfect lesson for you.
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I held the broken pieces tight,
Afraid of what the empty space would bring,
Confusing the shadows for light,
And clinging to a bruised and brittle thing.
I prayed for eyes to truly see,
Then turned away when truth began to speak.
Making excuses, bargaining to be
The anchor for a bond already weak.
How easily the heart defends
The familiar ache of carrying what is gone,
Calling it love when someone bends
The spirit until quiet peace is torn.
Yet mercy worked beneath the grief.
The sudden silence wasn’t cold neglect;
It was a shelter, a swift relief,
A sacred wall the Father did erect.
Not every traveler along the way
Is meant to walk the path where grace resides;
Some doors are closed so we don’t stray,
Some hands unclasped to stem the rising tides.
So now I loosen every plea.
I yield the ache, the wondering, the strain
Trusting God, who rescues me
Who never creates a hollow space in vain.
© Deborah Seale 2026
I met her in the dark, her breath like stone,
A predator carved from some vast unknown.
Her gaze a weight, a grave of quiet fire,
Unchained from what the mortal soul could own.
There are no pacts where lions tread the dust,
Their truth is claw and silence, raw and just.
Yet still, I stand, a fool before the shrine,
My blood a whisper, offering ash and trust.
Each word she gives is fanged, with edges sharp,
Her laughter hums, a brutal, hollow harp.
The ache inside me folds beneath her grin,
As though her teeth could sever guilt and harp.
No common bond; no mortal tie can weave
This force of ruin clutching hearts to cleave.
Still, from her weight, I breathe an alien calm,
A portrait burned in charcoal, fierce to leave.
Her truth is art, the savage kind, unbound.
I wear its scars, a silent battleground.
No treaties hold, no hand can tame her core,
Yet in her chaos, I find something profound.
There are no pacts where men and lions meet,
Our truths collide, a thrum, a lethal beat.
In mirrored fangs, I howl my darkest self,
And let her teeth consume my soul, complete.
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We throw our hearts away
in the full fury of anger,
of greed,
of grief,
in the full surrender
to the resplendant glory of the highest God,
in Ajuna's thousand suns,
in deepest sleep
in drunkeness,
with strong drugs,
all from which a heart may return.
We throw our hearts away
by not caring anymore
which is the worst,
for when the heart returns,
it finds no receptical
and departs leaving behind only a whisper of dust.
For the heart never dies.
Immortal it forever seeks
a will to live
a will that lives
through the worst that life imposes.
It clings to whoever or whatever
will endure its failings.
Silenus may have been right.
He lived, if for nothing else,
to throw at life his spite
of being thrown into it.
for life was not a blessing,
only a curse. which is something,
I suppose, to get us through the worst of it
where praises and hymns fail.
So curse life to the end,
if for nothing else,
as a witness who testifies
that the heart deserves better.
Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.
I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.
(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.
I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.
See, I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.
And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.
I've come to learn from my mistakes-
that patience gets you nowhere.
Not when one's committed-
(to serve) themselves; although it's not fair.
(I) love you for many reasons-
and I'm not sure that will change.
But you've shown me by your choices-
you don't love me the same way.
Choices aren't mistakes-
see, they are conscious trains of thought.
You choose to make decisions-
that you know leave me distraught.
So, since you choose to hurt me-
instead of fixing what you've broken...
I choose to walk away-
my sense of worth has been awoken.
In the shadows of the night, I dare to dream,
to be your number one, Your love supreme.
However our reality is a different tale,
You hate me, and I’m left with a heart pierced with a nail
In your eyes, I’m just a name,
a person you want to burn in flames.
I’m the ghost that haunts ur space,
the one you wish you could erase.
In the shadows, I’ll forever stay,
loving you silently, day by day.
My heart beats for you, my soul feels the pain,
of loving someone who will never love me the same.
You’re the sun, I’m the moon,
two celestial bodies, forever out of tune.
But still I dream of you, of what could never be,
a love that’s doomed from the start, yet still it’s all I see.
I wish to be ur number one, ur guiding light
but you hate me and I’m left in endless night.
I’ll hold on to the hope, that one day you’ll see,
the love I have for u, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll love me.
The door that closed was heavy wood,
A sudden turn where promise stood.
You brought your work, your heart, your time,
And hoped to find a matching rhyme,
Only to watch the offer fall
Against an unexpected wall.
It stings to hear a simple "no"
When you were set and ready to go.
It leaves a quiet, hollow space,
A sudden pause in mid-erase,
Where questions linger in the mind
About the things you left behind.
Yet every NO is just a sign
That draws a cleaner, sharper line.
It turns your feet a different way
To find a better place to stay.
A closed path doesn't mean you stop—
It simply changes where you drop
even though it hurts alot
The seeds of what you'll build next time,
With stronger steps and higher climb.
Everything has a soul; maybe it’s true,
The walls have ears,
do objects have eyes too?
I look at them and they at me,
displaying wonders, they’ve seen of you.
Captured like a moment in time,
these things store a glimpse of you.
I touch the table and see your figure,
Scribbling into a paper with furrowed brows.
I lay on the bed and you smile so bright,
cuddling, kissing, discussing knows and hows.
I open the cupboard and there’s your face,
Unsure of what to wear tomorrow.
I close the windows and feel your hands,
That hold me oh so tightly, that’s where I belong.
I look into the mirror and you look back,
A vision forever etched in my mind.
I step inside the room,
seeing you everywhere yet nowhere in a daze.
I walk through the door in a rush,
Only to see you gone.
Like poets waiting for a subject with tears in their eyes,
I stand there silently, all tattered and torn.
Yours poetically,
v.s
Tried it all
Parents scared of my thoughts
Have a lot of lives
A past say; not exactly
At the end all come to a point
Wouldn't say talent or hidden either
A curse to me, didn't like the things.
Was not exactly a beginner
Never thought I had it in me
The freer the verse the deeper the cuts
Good for nothing; Yeah I was
Why care about people did they cry with you
Too much stress too little time
I want some, at least one to hear.
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