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There is a heart beneath the hearts,
Where no candle burns, no voice dares sing—
It keeps the ache of unsent letters,
And the weight of words we never bring.

It mourns in moments no clock remembers,
And bleeds in places no scar will show.
It stitches itself with threads of silence,
And smiles while no one cares to know.

Yet in its quiet, it holds the universe,
The prayers unspoken, the dreams turned grey.
A heart like this—unknown, unseen—
Is where the brightest stars are born each day.
Today is better,
Than these days have been,
No longer cloudy minded.
I know I'm still hanging on to love,
I don't know if you are,
But thank you.
For speaking to me today,
I need you more than even I knew,
But I think I can come to terms,
With being good friends.
I talked to her for the first time in a bit today, I'm still hurting, but not as much. She helps, I'm happy I don't have to give her up yet.
I cried when you said you liked him,
I emptied every single tear.
Everything I'd been holding back.
There's puddles on my keyboard,
I just keep typing.
Love, love betrays,
It's a beast you never tame,
So I keep room in my heart,
For hate.
I hate love,
It hurts me,
over an over again,
i hate crying,
or looking like a mess
or being the mess i am
i am a mess

I love you and I'm sorry but I'll never stop and even if we never be each other's again i'll never stop loving never stop loving you or longing or wanting for you ill never be complete ever without you i dont think

i don't think,
i hate me
and what i am when i feel
stop feeling for her
no



ill only die without you



Can I be real with you?
...
I'm crying
...
i still love you

i still my heart
I can tell this is not a good day for you
What happened, Boo?
Did you have to keep going
When you thought you were through?
Did you think you had twelve
But you only had two?
Were you interrupted
During your morning *****?
Were you doing *** exercises
And only your stomach grew?
Did the heel break off your favorite shoe?
Did you have a full work load and a skeleton crew?
****** days happen, but you’ll make it through
I have reams of unfinished poems scattered throughout my life;
On my phone, in Voice Memos,
On the numerous laptops that I've had,
On serviettes, scrap paper and on my heart.
Will they remain incomplete;
Hidden works of art?!
Or will they spill out one day
As complete works to part?
My attention span
Has become short, I can't stick
Myself to long verse
 2d CantSeeMe
Bri
An unfamiliar feeling
Almost like bubbles in my stomach
Fireworks in my brain

Laughter comes easily
Jokes slide off my tongue
Drunk on the feeling

Summer days
Long car rides
Music blasting
Bringing the strange feeling
Filling the air I breathe

Confidence
Love
The purest joy
Feeling as high as the stars in the sky

Better than a cigarette
Or any drug
The bursting
Euphoric feeling
Of true happiness
was feeling pretty good today for the first time in a long time
OCD
Obsession gripping
Compulsion dominating
Total confusion
My skull's about to blow up.
Victory - you say
You fail once and they shout hell
Indeed, its silent
It was the haiku i commented on one of the Lynn Stillman's haiku to react on it and I was like woah! It's cool. Let's post it.
The horror on my face
when I saw your furrowed brows,
concentrated on the object in hand.
The object I gave to you,
knowing you would take care of it.

You look up to me sheepishly,
the look of guilt on your face.
That guilt transferred over to me,
but its power multiplied and strengthened,
into a scribble of black in my chest,
tangled and knotted together
making it harder for me to breathe.

I walked over to you,
hoping that this isn't true
as the knots of black thread began to tangle more,
into a huge knotted ball.

I took what I gave to you,
willing my shaky hands to mend it,
but no use...
The tangle of thread rises,
creeping its way up my throat
to behind my eyes, begging to be released,
to flow down my cheek.
But I resisted, for if I let it loose
then what...?

Yet the ball of thread grows,
somehow producing thorns.
Thorns that pierce my skin,
almost proding from the inside out.

For the object I gave you
was never mine to begin with.
Like you, I was entrusted with it.
Now we both face the same consequences,
of shame,
of guilt,
and the trust we gained
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Now I lie here,
heart trembling,
hand shaking,
beads of sweet falling down my head.
Waiting
for the punishment that I'll receive.

A punishment for something out of my control,
out of yours too.
But I know it's not your fault.

A punishment out of our control.
A punishment out of our control.
A punishment out of our control.
Romantising a minor problem, that's totally fixable,
but just felt really scary at the moment.
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