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Emotions

I am love.
I am hate.
I am the one
you can’t escape.

I am anger.
I am pain.
You can try —
but still, you blame.

I am sorrow.
I am fear.
You know you're the one
who brought me here.

And though I may
create commotion—
I am, and always will be,
your emotion.

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His Kind of Love

I am my father’s daughter —
quiet when it matters,
loud when it doesn’t,
loyal like a bruise that never fades.

He was a man of few words
and too many beers,
a homebody with calloused hands
who built his love from paychecks, plywood,
and patched fences.
He didn’t say much,
but he never let us go without.

We all worked with him —
held tools before toys,
learned to measure twice, cut once,
and use what we had
to make what we needed.

He handed me a hammer
like it was a promise.
Taught me how to build things
that wouldn’t fall apart.
And somehow,
that became a kind of love too.

He taught me the stillness of fishing —
how to listen for the pull,
how to wait without wanting too much.
He showed me rivers
the way some fathers show their daughters cathedrals.
And when I stand near water now,
he’s the first name that echoes back.

His anger could shake the walls,
but his lessons still hold:
Don’t waste. Don’t lie.
Always bait your own hook.

I used to sit
in the passenger seat of his silence,
learning how love doesn’t always speak,
but shows up every morning
with boots on
and something heavy in its hands.

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She, In Echo

She is the hum of music in an empty room,
a whisper of laughter behind closed doors.
Raised among warriors —
brothers who taught her how to fight,
fix, 
feel.

She craves songs that make her bones ache,
meals that taste like memory,
and roads that don’t lead home.

She carries sorrow like a second skin,
but still loves too hard,
still hopes too loud.

Shadowed by porcelain dolls
and circus-painted fears,
she keeps light close
and loneliness closer.

Her dreams are green and grey —
Ireland mist,
Boston brick,
a skyline she’s never touched
but knows by heart.

Born in a town where ghosts remember her name,
she walks the line between
what was
and what could be,
with her last name folded into her fists
like a secret.

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Unanswered

Why can’t I do anything right?
Why do I always screw up everybody’s life?
Why is it so hard for me
to shut my mouth
and just let it be?

All I do is hurt people.
I can never make anyone happy.
I try my best—
but the harder I try,
the worse it gets.

Why can’t I get anything right?
Why do I make myself cry every night?
Why can’t I just be okay?

I want to know
why I’m so sad.
I want to understand
why happiness never stays.

I want to stop judging the people I love
and be grateful they still let me in.

I want to close my eyes
and see his face—
the one that makes me smile,
the one who says,
"Never will I leave you. Never."

But I’m scared to trust him.
He says one thing.
They say another.

Why can’t he tell me?
Why won’t he tell me?
Is he cheating?

I want to know.
I need to know.
Does he really love me?
Is that why we can’t get back
to how things were?

I want to trust him—
but I can’t.
Not after everything
he’s put me through.

God...
I want to cry.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want to live this lie anymore.

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Nothing New

I'm not good for you.
Broken. Unworthy.
You keep me around,
and I can't figure out why.

You're amazing—
so full of life,
so different from me.

I want to be loved by you.
I want to hold you.
But I see you there—
so happy,
so carefree...
and I know it would hurt
to see the person I really am.

The real me.
Not the smile you see
when we speak,
not the laughter we share...
but me.

A lonely child
with fear in her eyes,
scared of the world
she was born into—
and terrified of losing you.

Do you still want me,
knowing even this much?
I close my eyes,
wishing you were here...

But we both know
that wish won't come true.
And that’s okay—
it’s nothing new.

At least, not to me.
I feel it every day:
wanting what I can’t reach,
wanting you
to want me.

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Moments In Time

There are these moments in time
when the world gets confusing…
when I thought you and I were more.

Slowly,
we faded.
And when nothing was left,
you walked away.

What happened?

Wasn’t this supposed to be a fairy tale ending?
Weren’t you going to be mine?
"Until death do us part."
At least—
that’s what you said
when I gave you my heart.

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If Tomorrow Never Comes

If tomorrow never comes,
I'll lay here forever —
just close my eyes
and listen...

If tomorrow never comes,
I'll kiss you one last time.
Holding your hand,
we’ll fade into the night.

Forever you'll be mine.
Always, I'll be yours.
If tomorrow never comes,
we’ll forget the world.

But if tomorrow does come,
I’ll wake up...
and you’ll be gone.

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I Just Want To Be Me

I’ve worn so many masks
I’ve forgotten the shape
of my own breath.

Every reflection
a stranger with my eyes —
painted smiles,
borrowed voices,
movements rehearsed
to survive.

I am tired of mirrors
that lie with kindness.
Of clothes that hide
who I am
beneath who I was
expected to be.

I am not soft,
not sharp —
I am the space between.
The question
without an answer,
the echo
without a voice.

And still—
somewhere inside the static,
beneath the noise,
beneath the ache,
a truth hums quietly:

I just want
to be
me.

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Stop, Please, Wait

Did I do something wrong?
It feels like we don’t talk.
Everything’s changing...
and I don’t want it to.

Stop.

I miss your voice—
the way it spoke to me.
Everything is leaving.
No words said.
Not even goodbye.

You walk away
and I start to cry.

Come back to me.

I’m not good enough…
never was.
This life—
this love—
it’s not us.

You’re perfect.
Someone special.
And I was too late—
too late to show my feelings,
too busy hiding pain.

But I’ll give you the best of me,
if that’s what it takes.
I’ll give you the worst,
if it means you’ll stay.

Please.

Just love me.
Don’t let me fall.
Take me as I am.

Wait.
I’m taking my time...
I’m scared.

Because losing you
means losing myself.

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You Should've Stayed

Don’t let guilt
be the thing that drives you
away from sanity.

Eventually, everything
you feel
will be set free.

Honestly, I never thought
I’d care so much
that you’re gone—
but I miss you.
And now I know I was wrong.

Why did God have to take you away?
Couldn’t He see
you were still needed here?

Mom needs you.
So do your kids.
Dad pretends not to care—
but inside,
the feelings still exist.

Why did you leave?
You should’ve fought harder
to stay alive.

We miss you
as the days go by.
I see your face
every time I close my eyes…
but it’s not the same
without you here.

With you gone,
the days
just fade
away.