sweetcindyWhisper

American

Before It's Too LateI've tried to tell you at least 1000 times / But the words were too scared to come out / Or the right words didn't exist

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Sep 5, 2017

HeartThe thing is, all her heart knew how to do was love. / It thrived on it, fed on it, was addicted to it. / It explored all of its elusive definitions

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Mar 20, 2017

IllMy eyes feel like they're burning through my brain & melting. / I feel fine as long as I don't breathe. / Every nerve, muscle, joint, cell & bone in my body feels sick.

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May 11, 2016

Words are not enoughI know we've been through it all before. / I know you said we were just friends - nothing more. / But do you know just how difficult it is

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May 8, 2016

The One He Should Have Loved, But Didn'tThe story of my life. / HE tells me I'm so smart, beautiful. Will make "some man very happy someday." / "Why not you?", I would think to myself.

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Jul 19, 2015

How Strong are you?I have worn my heart on my sleeve. I have fallen hard & fast & head first. There was a time when I'd fall in love too easily - my heart was designed to nurture & care & love 100% .. Maybe it's a defect or maybe it's closer to perfection - the way God made me; but I do not have the capacity to love half-way. I give it my everything: soul, breath & life! Unfortunately those I've loved have not been there: to cushion my fall; to put the brakes on my fall and help me stop with them; to put their arms out and catch me before I nose-dive. I have crashed & shattered & had my heart crushed. / That's why my heart is so guarded & protected - I keep it in the deepest archives - the catacombs - the vaults... The access codes are encrypted. The locks are super-enforced. So, some see me as cold & asocial, but it's just me being scared. But some who have that special vision that insight see through it. They know what the vaults contain & they are the victims of my fear. They are the ones that fight to gain access. Only the strongest ones do....... / How strong are you??

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Dec 11, 2014

letting go (letter)I care about you so much & want you to have the happiness & peace you of all people deserve. I've done everything I can & more to help you try to achieve that. My heart is full of love for you. And it shatters into millions of pieces when I think about not being able to be that one for you forever. "The heart is treacherous & desperate" according to the bible, and it's true since I keep trying to convince myself that if I hold on tight enough for a little longer this could be something real with us. But we both know it can't, and we both know why. / On one hand, I feel like it's so unfair & selfish of me to just up & turn my back & abandon this whole thing - whatever this "thing" is. On the other hand, it's like why should I feel so guilty, you deserve more than what I can give you at this distance, you deserve love in person for real. And so do I! And meanwhile, I don't want to search for love anywhere else because when I love someone they are my focus, my one & only. Heart & soul. I feel like my years are slipping away from me, & I'm losing precious time that could be used finding something solid & tangible & mutually giving. It hurts letting go of something so valuable to you, but sometimes you find that letting it go makes room for something so much more worthwhile & desired. / I'm sorry I'm so long-winded with my good-byes. Maybe I'd be better off with short & sweet, but you're more than that to me.

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Sep 20, 2014

For the Sake of AnonymityHe was born strong, he had to be, / Lest he sacrifice his anonymity. / A force to be reckoned with within himself

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Sep 2, 2014

The Heart StarvesThe phrase came to me like a silent epiphany...Like an arrow piercing my flesh & reaching my heart like a bull's eye. / From the moment we enter this world, our hearts thrive on love. Screeching infants instantly silenced by the warm embrace & nuzzling caress of their human makers, their parents. / A child's first crush & the rush of holding hands. Chasing young love on the playground, but somehow it always gets away.

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Aug 30, 2014

We are all connectedIt's 3 am again / and I am here / and you are there

May 14, 2014

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