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Abby Deater Poem
You wore truth like a tailored suit,
Smiling sharp in the evening light—
But lies stitched seams I couldn’t see,
Till silence screamed through every night.
Your eyes, twin lanterns in the dark,
Once held the stars I swore were real.
But stars, it seems, can flicker cold,
And hearts can kiss, yet never feel.
You spoke of “forever” in soft-spun lace,
While weaving webs behind my back—
Each word a thread of false embrace,
Each step a crack along the track.
You touched another, lips untrue,
With hands that once held all of me.
Did guilt not whisper in your spine,
Or did betrayal set you free?
I drowned in questions, bitter rain,
Searching for reasons in your flame.
But fire only knows to burn—
It doesn’t care who speaks its name.
Now silence sits where love once lay,
A ghost beside my coffee cup.
And all your truths, once sweet as spring,
Taste bitter in this shattered cup.
So take your vows and glass-made dreams—
They break so easy, don’t they, dear?
But know the cost of what you’ve lost:
A love that held you—without fear.
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2025
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Abby Deater Poem
Your my sunlight to my lilly,
The gentle glow that warms my soul,
The warmth that pours through every crack
Where life once felt too cold.
Like sunlight dancing on petals
You make ordinary days feel new;
Every moment blooms a little brighter
When your sunlight shines.
If the world grows heavy,
Or shadows start to fall,
I’ll choose you in every season,
In every rise, in every call.
For you’re my sunshine to my lily,
My steady light, my sweetest part,
The gentle love that keeps on growing
Deep in the garden that lay my heart.
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2025
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Abby Deater Poem
Every word, every betrayal,
Cuts deeper into the ruts,
Digging each one we planted up
Some long, some short,
But indeed they’re deep.
We grew like twin roots twisting,
Buried in the same dark earth,
Holding each other through storms,
Believing the tangle meant worth.
But cracks formed in the silence,
In the truths you chose to hide,
And the soil that once held us steady
Shifted slowly from your side.
Promises we watered together
Now wither in your shade,
For even the strongest roots can rot
When trust begins to fade.
And though our roots were woven,
Bound tightly, heart to heart,
Your betrayal snapped the branches
And pulled our worlds apart.
Still, beneath the broken ground,
I feel the pieces of what we were
A forest that could’ve grown forever,
If only your roots had stayed true to mine
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2025
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Abby Deater Poem
I can't forget the last six years,
They live in the quiet parts of me,
In the way i pause before i speak;
In the things I no longer run from.
There was someone
Not just a name,
But a season,
A thousand small moments
That shaped how i stand today
Tall and proud.
I made choices.
Some brave, some reckless,
Some that replay like a tape
Wondering who I'd be
If i turned left instead of right
I made mistakes too.
Heavy ones.
The kind you don't outgrow,
You learn to carry
Like stones in your pockets
That teaches you how to walk taller.
I dont pretend im untouched
I dont pretend im innocent
I've learned that growth
Isn't erasing the past,
It's holding it without breaking.
Those six years didn't disappear.
They became my spin.
They taught me how love can ache,
How leaving can stay
How memory doesn't fade
It softens.
And now I move forward
With everything I was,
And everything I’m still becoming,
Carrying the past
Not as a burden,
But as proof
That I survived it.
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2026
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Abby Deater Poem
I once told you
I was strong.
That when life
threw a brick at me,
I'd build a house with it
by morning.
Give me a wall,
I'd find a door.
Give me a door,
I'd build a home.
Give me a reason
to believe I couldn't,
and I'd spend my life
proving you wrong.
I grew up hearing
a girl can't.
Can't lift that.
Can't build that.
Can't do that.
Can't stand beside a man
and call herself his equal.
So I became fluent
in proving them wrong.
I learned how to carry
what they said was too heavy.
I learned how to build
with hands they said
weren't strong enough.
I made an empire
out of every
you can't.
And then there was you.
And somehow,
one boy
because you don't deserve
the title of a man
made me feel smaller
than every doubt
I'd spent my life defeating.
Isn't that ironic?
I spent my whole life
proving that I could do
anything a man could.
I carried what they said
was too heavy.
Built what they said
was beyond me.
Turned every you can't
into another reason
to prove them wrong.
And then I met you.
A boy who couldn't even
be honest with me
somehow convinced me
that I wasn't strong enough
to carry myself.
You didn't throw a brick at me.
You threw the whole house.
And for the first time,
I didn't know what to build.
I remember saying,
in a voice I didn't know I had,
"Congratulations. You broke me.”
And God,
I hated how true it felt.
Because I had spent my entire life
believing there was nothing
I couldn't survive.
And yet somehow,
I let your betrayal
make me question
everything I knew about myself.
I let your hands
make me forget
what these hands had built.
I let one boy
make me feel like a girl
who needed saving,
when I had spent my whole life
saving myself.
But here's what you forgot:
You didn't build me.
You didn't teach me how to be strong.
You weren't there
for every brick I carried,
every wall I climbed,
every person who told me
I couldn't.
You only met me
after I'd already built myself.
So maybe you did break me.
Maybe for a moment,
you really did.
But broken things
aren't always destroyed.
Sometimes they're rebuilt.
And I think I'm finally
picking up the pieces.
Not to rebuild the house
you destroyed.
But to build something
you could never touch.
An empire.
One built by the girl
you tried to make feel small.
The girl who remembers now
I was strong before you.
I was capable before you.
I was enough before you.
And I will be
long after you.
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2026
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Abby Deater Poem
God, I hate him.
I hate that i trusted him again, like my heart
Forgot what my mind already knew.
I hate how i was so blinded, mistaking
Empty promises for something that could
Finally last.
I hate how he made betrayal look so casual
Like breaking me was just another ordinary day.
I hate how he looked at me in the eyes and lied
Without shaking, while i loved him with
Every single ounce of love I had left.
With every ounce of trust
I had left.
I hate wondering what she had that i didnt
I hate the nights i convinced myself i just
Needed to try harder.
Most of all, i hate how he made me believe
It wasn't enough.
But maybe, I was never the one who wasn't
Enough.
Maybe the truth is, I gave my whole heart to
Someone who never knew how to hold.
Copyright © Abby Deater | Year Posted 2026
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