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To My Heart

To my heart:

Yes, you. Not the muscle barely beating in my chest. It's for you, the one who I gave that precious commodity to, the one who repeatedly ripped it out, stomped on it and set it on fire.

To you, the one who will never read this, and that's okay because I suppose this is also for my actual heart; the one that's in pieces, because really, you are one and the same.

I knew who you were. I knew from the very beginning. One of the byproducts of severe trauma is a keen eye for detail and I have had no shortage of that in my life. I still don't know why I didn't listen to myself; I don't know why I chose to ignore everything my subconscious was screaming at me, I don't think I'll ever know. The funny thing is, if I went back to the beginning knowing what I know now, how you would eventually, ruthlessly, tell me you never loved me, I would still dismiss it all for you.

I should be angry; at times I suppose I am, but not at you. I'm angry at myself for letting you use me, for giving all that I am to you knowing the whole time you didn't feel the same; but hope springs eternal (at least it did.)

Mostly though it's sorrow I feel. Mourning the loss of a love that never really was; for you. But was so damned real to me. It hurts because despite it all I still love you. From the depths of my soul, with every cell in my body. I will never stop loving you, and if that makes me look like a fool as you put it, so be it. If this mess has taught me one thing, it's that my heart is pure, and that as shattered as it is, it can still love. No matter what life has thrown it's way, it hasn't hardened, it doesn't feel the need to break others to protect itself. That is the epitome of grace.

I will hurt for a long time. I have to be okay with it. It's okay that I still love you, I had to walk away because you wouldn't. Sometimes you have to do things even if they break you, and break me it did.

But I've been broken before yet I've always been okay. Eventually I will be okay. I'll never be the same person I was before you, but that's part of life. I'll continue to ponder the lesson I'm supposed to learn from all of this; there is always a lesson.

Until I heal, I have to keep telling my heart that it is loved. Yes, you... The muscle barely beating in my chest, the one that was repeatedly ripped out, stomped on and set on fire. I love you. But perhaps I also love the one whom I gave you to. After all, you are one and the same.

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A Moment

Be with me for a moment
So in that moment, 
 I can bloom like the flowers in spring
so with the stare in your eyes, I can build bridges
that reach all the stars in the sky
be with me for a moment
So in that moment with you, 
I can renew a breath and begin a journey
a journey to the ends of the green pastures of fantasies, 
to the gates of cities of impossible wishes, 
A journey that intertwines with the passing of the stars, 
and passes through the fields of  memories.
be with me for a moment
So I can open a window to the garden of your eyes
So I can write a song, a story, a poem, from your mere presence, 
A song the color of the rain, the green of the forest, The blue of the ocean, 
A story the color, and smell of love stories from across the world
so that because of you, from this moment till forever
I can soar from the ground, above the clouds
be with me for a moment.

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Just So You Know

Just so you know,
I still dream about you
I still cry over losing you,
I still want things to be the way they were.
Just so you know,
It only took one glance,
For me to fall for you
to know that you were different
to know that you fell too.
Just so you know
I truely never had
and never will again
Feel the way I did
when you were right there.
Just so you know, 
Our lives were so unfair,
we got torn apart
and no one really cared
Just so you know
I curse them everyday
everyone responsible
in every single way
Just so you know
I would give up everything
without any regrets
to just hold you again
I never wanted any of this
just so you know.

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Not Here.

When you're not here
my own life doesn't welcome me
If My heart tells me I'm ok,
It's just a lie.
The stars seem a little less bright, the sky is dull and full of sorrow.
Whatever there was for me, suddenly isn't there.
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
when you're not here
people seem to stare,
and in a language of silence, condemn me.
"with a world of memories
how could you go crazy and let him go?"
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
when you're not here all my doors seem to close
The silence in the house is unbearable,
days are weeks for me, weeks are months for me,
my breaths turn to sighs one by one.
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
"with a world of memories...

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The Future

Life means melting,
like a candle, from the warmth of love
life means delicacy,
losing oneself to the benevolence of love
life means to run,
to find shelter in the open arms of love,
voyaging, and being the last to get,
to the indestructable door of love

we can be, at any moment, anywhere,
In love, and we give our souls
superior, like a waterfall,
or we can be, just simply be
The anguish of the night,
can be foretold by the morning beam,
in the tears being shed now,
the contenet of yesterday can be seen
in the midst of lamenting clouds,
the thought of flowers in bloom
distracts from the aging of the future,
even though it may be soon.

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Moving On

I don't know what I would do,
I don't know what I would say,
I don't know how I would feel,
If you ever walked my way.

If I saw your face again,
would I fall in love a new?
or would I stare blankly
would I look right through you?

They say the first love is forever
memories always remain,
and now I know for certain
cause I still sometimes feel the pain.

It was embeded in my heart,
when I lost you I lost love
you could never be replaced,
you were my angel from above.

They say time heals all wounds,
and I'm debating if it's true,
because although it still hurts sometimes,
i know now, I can live without you.

Don't take this is goodbye,
you will always be my heart,
I will love you till the day I die,
And that's only the start.

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On Life

Life is a mirage,
nothing but hardships and torture.
Nothing but a bubble, 
resting on the surface of the water...
so fragile.
Love is a dream,
only loneliness and restlessness,
It only takes one time,
one small mistake,
to break a heart forever.
Oh cursed be this life,
it has taken away my hopes and dreams.
Transformed me into an aimless wanderer,
with no future.
Every single moment of my life,
is a tale of loss and strife,
sadness seeps into my chest,
drowning me.
I cry to the sky to save me,
but perhaps it's too far away...
maybe it can't hear me,
maybe my suffering just isn't enough.

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Discarded

"You're hurting me,"  
I whisper,  
afraid that a louder voice  
might turn the truth to reality,  
my words could pierce your ego,  
turning you cold,  
uncaring.  

Scared of the truth. 
Scared that if I say it,  
I have to confront it—  
and I don’t want to just yet,  
clinging to hope  
that maybe it’s not true.  

"I've failed you again,"  
you say,  
and suddenly the focus shifts,  
now it’s on you.  
I breathe a sigh of relief,  
solace washing over me;  
I don’t have to face myself,  
at least not right now.  

How can I call out  
the part of me that remains indifferent  
to my own pain?  
And how does one begin  
to confront the shadows  
that linger inside?   

But this isn’t about me,  
I remember.  
It’s about you.  
I shake my head,  
pull myself back to the present.  

"You haven’t failed me, love, don’t say that,"  
I reassure you,  
"You're learning to love me,  
and until you do,  
there will be bumps.  
I will stumble as well,  
and I hope you can find some grace for me too—  
we're only human after all."  

While my words carry truth,  
they miss the deeper truth  
that lingers in my heart.  
I’m running from the inevitable,  
fleeing the reality  
that stands before me,  
bold and unrelenting.  

The simple truth is clear:  
you did not fail me;  
I have failed myself,
once more.
Trapped within my own cycle; one that I swore I had broken.

"I'll try again tomorrow,"  
I promise myself softly,  
holding onto the hope  
that maybe one day  
I’ll gather the courage  
to choose me,  
to embrace my own pain.  

Then I remember,  
this isn’t about me anymore—  
I need to make it about you.
Because I’m not ready  
to face myself,  
to confront the echoes  
that linger in silence,  
the truths about myself I’ve buried deep  
in the corners of my heart. 

"I love you," I say,  
the words trembling on my lips,  
the only truth I can summon,  
braving the silence of uncertainty,  
a gentle declaration that holds  
the weight of all I cannot say.

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Projection, perhaps

I feel you pulling away, a slow retreat,  
Each fleeting moment, my heart feels the heat,  
With every hesitation, every word left unsaid,  
The fire of my hope flickers, dims, and dreads.  

I see your eyes, I know that gaze,  
A glimpse of apprehension in a delicate maze,  
We've both worn this look, a familiar disguise,  
Caught in the silence, where certainty dies.  

Equivocation creates a wide, aching space,  
A distance we struggle to map or embrace,  
The bridges we long for crumble and sway,  
While hope tries to reach but gets lost on the way.  

Distant and yearning, she calls from afar,  
Yet falls into darkness, like a wish on a star,  
Perhaps you feel it; this mirror we share,  
Are we both just reflecting the weight of despair?  

In the chasm between us, where echoes abide,  
Do we reach for each other, or silently bide?  
For every step backward, I yearn to reclaim,  
The warmth of connection, the spark of the flame.