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KB5
F My poems are original and made by me. I get inspired by emotions and life so I write. I hope with time I do improve with my words.
Why is during this month is the toughest for me? It’s the first month of the year And I feel I struggle the most with myself With my mental health I can’t seem to not let the past pain get to me but it does I’m angry with myself Angry that I seem to put her first before myself That I’m always thinking about her That is who I want to be near Her side Know what is she doing Can I be there too? Can I be there just to have your company Can’t I? Angry that I haven’t gone farther than I should Always spending since it helps relieve some pain that I don’t have much To relieve the feeling of not feeling loved Angry that I can’t seem to look myself in the mirror Clothes cover the flaws but the flaws are still there Angry as of why was I made like this Made with a sensitive heart Made with such a big heart The **** feeling of wanting to cry The tears flow but still feel deep cut Angry that Im letting this get over me To take over my sleep Angry that at the end of the day I think of her or another her But mostly her I don’t get it My emotions My feelings My heart 01.08.2020
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
January
When did it change? When did the bond between us become different? It became different when the things we used to do shifted into a different relationship with someone else Not our relationship Someone else Who made me feel he was better than me Better than our relationship Better with you Better with our friendship Someone else who you can talk with And now The things we did You do it with someone else Someone else That you stayed up with to talk to Someone else To watch tv shows with you Someone else To do the things we did before Someone else who is allowed to give you hugs It’s different now because I feel I’m the second choice now When things become hard for y’all That’s when you want to pay attention to us I want to be done I want to be done with the feelings of unsureness of us I don’t want to keep coming to your side at your weakness point because of y’all had a bad time I can’t keep coming to your side I can’t keep giving you what he can’t Because I have given you from the start everything I could offer And now what am I for you? 01.08.2020
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
When did it change?
I feel my heart breaking over and over again The emotions coming through like a tsunami The tears wanting to be free It hurts It aches It burns I can’t stand it I just want to unfeel Unsee Undo I just want to leave
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
Unfeel
Laying in this bed. Thinking. Thinking about why this or why that. Staring up at the ceiling wondering. Wondering why do we linger on the past. Why do we hold onto something that is gone? Why is it hard for us, humans, to let go and start something new. Start something fresh. Why linger on the past that has hurt us? Why do we linger on the pain? The pain is deep. So deep it turns in to scars. Why don't we hold on to the good memories? The good memories that would give chills up out spine because of the joy. Or the ones that give light in our eyes? Or the ones that give us laughter to share? Silence. Darkness. Is what fill the space around me. Time for me to think but not at the right moment Because I should be sleeping. 02.10.19
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
Thinking
A heart A heart is an ***** An ***** that holds all emotional connections to another specie. An ***** that give lives through the body of a specie. An ***** that creates emotional connections with a lover, a partner, a friend or fue. An ***** that supplies blood through the body in order to be alive and feel. A heart in which humans have developed to be value because of love and emotions. This heart of ours once fully functional to understand love has been through the highs and lows. The pathway to greatness. The feeling of high on life. The feeling of scars that are healed with generous memories. So value that one would protect the heart with walls. That without it how could one love? How could one trade emotional contact with a lover? The walls surround the heart from pain. But the walls can't be strong enough just for protection. When the heart is connected with the mind in which binds emotional life to other species. The heart of them all. That binds us to love. Binds us to live. What are we without it? 02.12.19
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
A Heart
Tell me why I'm feeling like this. With my chest feeling heavy. With my mind thinking all over the place. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Feeling like it's unfair. Like why? Why can't I let my love for you go? With my heart thriving for someone that I could never have. With my heart being crazy that's affecting my mind. What am I kidding? Always wanting someone that would never be mine. Take a grip already and move on. Let go. Who am I kidding? You were my first true love if I'm honest. Before him. Before her. You always held a grip on my heart that rushes to my blood into my head. You don't know even know what power you have over me. You don't even know that I could never move on if I don't let go you go completely. I am here mostly for you. To be by your side. To know you are thriving your best. Because I don't want to let you go. Seeing you with other shutters me intensively. With my mind and heart clashing with another that my body is shattered between space. Irritation among them all because you don't know. You think you know but you don't. Will you ever know the power you have over my heart? Will I ever be able to move on from you? Am I so naive to keep a light on hoping that maybe us can become something real? Am I so naive to think I can keep going like this? The power you have over me and you will never know what you do to me... 04.19.19
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
You Don't Even Know
I sleep. I wake up. I toss. I turn. Just to try to fall asleep again. Fall into this realm of fantasy. Where my dreams of the unconscious reality of what could be happening in reality. I’m going to go off tangent than it needs to be. I’m with you but why do I feel so far? Why do I feel your heart and mind is million miles out of reach from me? I miss you dearly But I know I shouldn’t be afraid to lose you. I shouldn’t be preparing myself to feel you walking away from me. I feel alone And I just want you near me. To hold me. To tell me that I will be fine. To remind me I am not alone.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
Miss You
I stare into space within these four walls of mine. What holds my personal belongings. What expresses every inch of who I am. What keeps my heart entirely part from the rest. These four walls is what I call own space. Where my bed belongs at the time being. The bed that holds the memories of myself. The memories that lingers in my mind. As I lay here and stare into space, I feel that frustration of just wanting to quit. But then same time I can not quit. These four walls that keep me sane when I am wanting to unleash the beast. Where I can pump my music loud without being disturb. Where I can unleash my creativity at the time being. These four walls where I stare into space is what I can call my own until I can have more walls with multiple rooms and tremendous space of my own.
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Four Walls of Mine
Leave me breathless. Take away my sorrows just one night. Hold me like no other just this one night. That's all I want at this moment. Take away the deep emotions that my body is going through just for one night. Let me feel the joy of life that has been given to me. ​
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Take away
What I feel in my heart is unloved. The feeling of being loved. She didn't teach me what or how love is so when I felt the love I loved hard. I gave them my everything that I gave too much to the wrong ones. I learned through my life to not give too much but it is hard. With so many stabs. With so many scares. I am afraid to open up again. I don't want to reach out. I will rather be alone. With my eyes, I feel sadness within. So deeply. That when I write it makes me wants to cry.
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Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
I didn't know how