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My love was pure
And honest
I only wanted
Her happiness
But my heart
Was broken
Because my love
Was rejected
Tossed aside
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
To love
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
Still belong
To her
And honest
I only wanted
Her happiness
But my heart
Was broken
Because my love
Was rejected
Tossed aside
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
To love
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
Still belong
To her
Literature
Crying
Baby cries for the mommy
Boy cries for the attention
Teen cries for the confusion
Man cries for the reality
Senior cries for the regret
Deceased cries for the living
No matter who we are
Powerful or weak
Happy or depressed
Rich or poor
Popular or alone
We all weep together
One way or another
Literature
The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
Literature
I know you, I love you
We fall in love with the microscopic, rough-edged details of people. We crave the knowledge of our lovers, crave to know them the way nobody else can. In a way, these idiosyncrasies become our own personal gift, a sliver of our favorite person preserved within ourselves.
You love the way he licks his lips twice before saying something important, exactly twice, like he’s counting out two seconds to reclaim his composure.
You love how her fingertips smell like turpentine and lavender when she finishes a painting because she doesn’t stop until her brushes are clean, and then she spends too much time trying to scrub her hands fresh.
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24 years of a perfect marriage and I was left from my childhood abuse, she thot I was to blame. And after 20+ years alone,..., I can love only her. It's the dog in me I guess.