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bree-sexton
bree-sexton
Maryland 22 | Leo | Lost
Thank you. I'll never forget the times you made me laugh and especially the times you made me cry. I hold our memories close, the good and the bad, the truth and definitely the lies. Thank you for leaving me. Thank you for the wake up call I needed to get my life together. I wasn't perfect, you weren't either. We were toxic, as most lovers who aren't ready for each other yet are. That's okay. It's okay. I'm okay. I'm better now than I've ever been before, and I owe a lot of that to you. You pointed out my flaws and let me know the truth. It may have hurt at the time, but now I know I eternally thank you. I'm finally happy. With myself. With my life. I can look at the mirror and say, "Hey, I love you." I can wake up in the morning and actually leave my bed. Life got harder when you first left, but it's easier than ever now. You made me into the person I always needed to be. Maybe it was too late for you, too late for us. But it was never too late for me. To the boy who broke my heart, I have extreme gratitude. I could never and would never hate you or speak ill of your name. You saved my life. And I wish you the best. Thank you. Signed the girl who found herself because she lost you.
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
A Letter to the Boy Who Broke My Heart
He's my favorite poet but he doesn't write his words with pen or paper instead he breathes them into my neck while painting me with the smooth touch of his lips His hands glide over my body effortlessly and smooth while he sculpts out my figure better than Michelangelo ever could He is my favorite artist and I am his favorite piece but I am afraid that all art must be finished one day B.S.
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
My Favorite Poet
Do you know what it feels like to be all alone screaming your loudest but not being heard? You're drowning in this ocean with boats all around no one seems to help they're just watching you drown. Do you know what it feels like to be all alone facing a terror you're forced to call home? The water fills your lungs and you can hardly breathe gasping for your last breath you feel almost relieved. Do you know what it feels like to be all alone letting the darkness win and entering the unknown? The ocean has swallowed you and you cannot swim but that doesn't matter because you let it win.
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
The Ocean