Celine - Hello Poetry

Un travail mérité, Un homme qualifié, Une vie animée, remplit d'amitiés. Une femme épousée, Une famille déménagée Aux îles habitées, Ses souhaits exaucés. Un amour passionné, Vécu à l'extrémité, Voilà les désirs de mon cœur.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 2:04 AM UTC

Celine

Aujourd'hui

Un travail mérité, Un homme qualifié, Une vie animée, remplit d'amitiés. Une femme épousée, Une famille déménagée Aux îles habitées, Ses souhaits exaucés. Un amour passionné, Vécu à l'extrémité, Voilà les désirs de mon cœur.

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I don't entertain half truths or half lovers either, believe me. And I've come to see that without darkness, there is no depth. And without depth, I can only lie to myself. Let us tell the truth.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC

Celine

To the obligate

I don't entertain half truths or half lovers either, believe me. And I've come to see that without darkness, there is no depth. And without depth, I can only lie to myself. Let us tell the truth.

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It isn't in getting in the plane, or jumping from it. It isn't in moving to a new country, again. It isn't in starting over somewhere new, yet again. It isn't in making new friends from a new culture. It isn't in packing up your life, again, in two suitcases. It's getting off the wrong plane. It's in disappointing some if it means doing what your soul calls you to do. It's in giving up and going home. It's in following the unknown plan, the better one, the one that only the Spirit can make known to you one step at a time. It's in taking the road you traveled-less. It takes courage to take the flight from this Godforsaken city of Dublin solely on a prompting, and just because. It takes courage to finally rest, for good. And put the suitcase in the closet, back where it came from.

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Jun 19, 2025

Jun 19, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC

Celine

Real Courage, now.

It isn't in getting in the plane, or jumping from it. It isn't in moving to a new country, again. It isn't in starting over somewhere new, yet again. It isn't in making new friends from a new culture. It isn't in packing up your life, again, in two suitcases. It's getting off the wrong plane. It's in disappointing some if it means doing what your soul calls you to do. It's in giving up and going home. It's in following the unknown plan, the better one, the one that only the Spirit can make known to you one step at a time. It's in taking the road you traveled-less. It takes courage to take the flight from this Godforsaken city of Dublin solely on a prompting, and just because. It takes courage to finally rest, for good. And put the suitcase in the closet, back where it came from.

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Every time a man is kind to me In a way that you failed to be I feel the burning from beneath the scars As they unknowingly run their hands over places that your finger prints branded themselves onto me Every time a man goes out of his way to show even the slightest affection I spiral into confusion of not knowing if I should believe anything you said Because even though you told me you loved me all the time You never made an effort to show me you loved me You never randomly called or wrote me letters or called me beautiful out of nowhere You would just say I love you like a recording always ready to be played when the timing was right Every time a man treats me the way you always told me I should be treated Even though you failed to treat me that way I cannot appreciate their kindness but am left with the aching question: Why wasn't I enough for you?

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Celine

Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC

savannah-charlish

You Covered Me with Scars that I Did Nothing to Earn

Every time a man is kind to me In a way that you failed to be I feel the burning from beneath the scars As they unknowingly run their hands over places that your finger prints branded themselves onto me Every time a man goes out of his way to show even the slightest affection I spiral into confusion of not knowing if I should believe anything you said Because even though you told me you loved me all the time You never made an effort to show me you loved me You never randomly called or wrote me letters or called me beautiful out of nowhere You would just say I love you like a recording always ready to be played when the timing was right Every time a man treats me the way you always told me I should be treated Even though you failed to treat me that way I cannot appreciate their kindness but am left with the aching question: Why wasn't I enough for you?

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Today marks a year since the world I knew changed. Today marks a year since I trusted you last. Today marks a year since I felt like a whole person. I wish I could say a lot has chagned since a year ago, today. But I can only say that I'm alone more often. I can only say I still have dreams at night about you, about us. I can only really say that this year has been the worst without you by my side. Today marks a year since you grabbed all your stuff. Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. Today marks a year since I ran after you saying "I always come back." Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. since you walked out of my life. And. Today marks another year that you won't wish me a happy birthday. So, happy birthday to me..

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC

Celine

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

Today marks a year since the world I knew changed. Today marks a year since I trusted you last. Today marks a year since I felt like a whole person. I wish I could say a lot has chagned since a year ago, today. But I can only say that I'm alone more often. I can only say I still have dreams at night about you, about us. I can only really say that this year has been the worst without you by my side. Today marks a year since you grabbed all your stuff. Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. Today marks a year since I ran after you saying "I always come back." Today marks a year since you walked out of that door. since you walked out of my life. And. Today marks another year that you won't wish me a happy birthday. So, happy birthday to me..

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when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from searing something that breaks your heart. when you feel that pain rushing down to your stomach, making you ***** ***** out the broken peices.. when you've purged yourself of all feeling, and you feel your body numb.

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

Celine

That moment

when you can actually feel the pain in your chest from searing something that breaks your heart. when you feel that pain rushing down to your stomach, making you ***** ***** out the broken peices.. when you've purged yourself of all feeling, and you feel your body numb.

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I want to ask you if you remember the first time we kissed or the way you looked at me and how you said I tasted like coffee and we were sitting there under the galaxy, just us.. Sometimes I do.

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

Celine

Sometimes

I want to ask you if you remember the first time we kissed or the way you looked at me and how you said I tasted like coffee and we were sitting there under the galaxy, just us.. Sometimes I do.

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There are no refunds, There are no exchanges, and There are no returns when it comes to love.

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC

Celine

No Refunds, no returns, no exchanges

There are no refunds, There are no exchanges, and There are no returns when it comes to love.

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You're still here I see you parked in my driveway You're still here I see you walk up You're still here Helping me set up a PlayStation (The one you convinced me to buy) You're still here ...why? You're still here Taking my hand as we walk into the store You're still here Picking me up for an adventure You're still here Introducing me to your sister (You look like her) You're still here Kissing me with your eyes closed (I couldn't help but look) You're still here ...why? You're still here Insulting me, yelling at me You're still here Hurting my already damaged wrist You're still here Throwing cake in my hair, on my birthday (Laughing oh so hard about it) You're still here Your engine is starting on the street You're still here Months late, apologizing You're still here ...why? You're still here Teaching me that maybe I shouldn't love, at least not with my whole heart You're still here ...why?

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC

Celine

you're still here.. why?

You're still here I see you parked in my driveway You're still here I see you walk up You're still here Helping me set up a PlayStation (The one you convinced me to buy) You're still here ...why? You're still here Taking my hand as we walk into the store You're still here Picking me up for an adventure You're still here Introducing me to your sister (You look like her) You're still here Kissing me with your eyes closed (I couldn't help but look) You're still here ...why? You're still here Insulting me, yelling at me You're still here Hurting my already damaged wrist You're still here Throwing cake in my hair, on my birthday (Laughing oh so hard about it) You're still here Your engine is starting on the street You're still here Months late, apologizing You're still here ...why? You're still here Teaching me that maybe I shouldn't love, at least not with my whole heart You're still here ...why?

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empty house and a damaged soul. I can't stop thinking. If I had been looking through the window (as I am now) seeing myself there (as I imagine now) standing on my porch awaiting his embrace would I have stopped myself?

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Jan 20, 2014

Jan 20, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC

Celine

Why must I keep thinking of the same things

empty house and a damaged soul. I can't stop thinking. If I had been looking through the window (as I am now) seeing myself there (as I imagine now) standing on my porch awaiting his embrace would I have stopped myself?

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