Haileybrooks - Hello Poetry

I built peace out of pieces that once cut me

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Oct 24, 2025

Oct 24, 2025 at 10:07 PM UTC

Piece by piece

I built peace out of pieces that once cut me

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You still exist in the places I forgot to clean. Old playlists, the smell of rain, the mirror at 2 a.m.

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 9:42 PM UTC

Echo

You still exist in the places I forgot to clean. Old playlists, the smell of rain, the mirror at 2 a.m.

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You didn’t break me in one cruel moment. You broke me in inches— quietly, casually, like it didn’t even matter. You didn’t raise your voice, but your absence screamed. You didn’t slam doors, but the silence between us cracked every wall I built to survive this. You made me beg without using words. Made me starve in a kitchen full of food. I was never hungry— just aching for something I couldn’t name, because “being loved” felt like asking too much. I watched you give your attention to everyone else— your job, your hobbies, your scrolling thumb. And I sat across from you with a heart wide open, unseen, untouched, unwanted. I whispered my pain in small, careful doses, hoping you’d meet me halfway— but you blinked through me like I was static on a screen you didn’t bother fixing. I cried in the shower so you wouldn’t hear. I learned how to fall asleep without goodnight kisses. I taught myself how to be okay with a kind of loneliness you only feel when someone is right there but already gone. I became a ghost in my own home— haunting the kitchen where I cooked for someone who never asked how I was, laying in bed beside someone who hadn’t touched me with intention in years. You didn’t cheat. You didn’t lie. You just slowly stopped showing up in all the ways that count. And that, my love, is the slowest, cruelest kind of hurt.

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 2:59 AM UTC

The slowest and painful kind of hurt

You didn’t break me in one cruel moment. You broke me in inches— quietly, casually, like it didn’t even matter. You didn’t raise your voice, but your absence screamed. You didn’t slam doors, but the silence between us cracked every wall I built to survive this. You made me beg without using words. Made me starve in a kitchen full of food. I was never hungry— just aching for something I couldn’t name, because “being loved” felt like asking too much. I watched you give your attention to everyone else— your job, your hobbies, your scrolling thumb. And I sat across from you with a heart wide open, unseen, untouched, unwanted. I whispered my pain in small, careful doses, hoping you’d meet me halfway— but you blinked through me like I was static on a screen you didn’t bother fixing. I cried in the shower so you wouldn’t hear. I learned how to fall asleep without goodnight kisses. I taught myself how to be okay with a kind of loneliness you only feel when someone is right there but already gone. I became a ghost in my own home— haunting the kitchen where I cooked for someone who never asked how I was, laying in bed beside someone who hadn’t touched me with intention in years. You didn’t cheat. You didn’t lie. You just slowly stopped showing up in all the ways that count. And that, my love, is the slowest, cruelest kind of hurt.

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I’ve realized that the loneliest place is not the bed, It’s the echos inside my head.

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC

Echos

I’ve realized that the loneliest place is not the bed, It’s the echos inside my head.

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Dear mom, I’m a mother myself now. A mother to a little boy and girl, and both of them are just like me, and everyday they remind me that I was never the problem. As your daughter I forgive you, but as a parent I will never understand. -I am breaking the cycle

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC

I was never the problem, you were.

Dear mom, I’m a mother myself now. A mother to a little boy and girl, and both of them are just like me, and everyday they remind me that I was never the problem. As your daughter I forgive you, but as a parent I will never understand. -I am breaking the cycle

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Out of all the choices in life I could’ve been anything, but I only wanted to be yours. - whenever you’re ready I’ll be here

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Apr 9, 2024

Apr 9, 2024 at 9:07 PM UTC

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