fleuroses - Hello Poetry

you don't need therapy or drugs what you are in dire need of is unconditional self love

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Oct 14, 2017

Oct 14, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC

you don't need therapy or drugs what you are in dire need of is unconditional self love

It was not you he adored, But rather the way you made him feel The way you put his insecurities to sleep You made him feel as though he was enough But darling, that is not love But rather, it is necessity So when he says you are too good for him, believe him You were so good that he could never measure up

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Oct 4, 2017

Oct 4, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC

that is not love

It was not you he adored, But rather the way you made him feel The way you put his insecurities to sleep You made him feel as though he was enough But darling, that is not love But rather, it is necessity So when he says you are too good for him, believe him You were so good that he could never measure up

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Stop crying, you poor, stubborn girl Why do you think he is so special When he took the most delicate parts of you And decided they were ordinary? Why do you think he is an angel If he can sleep at night knowing How heavy your heart feels? Why do you think he was the one If he did not have the patience to stay? You will find that true love surpasses all barriers So do not be upset that you have lost him If he was destiny, he would have stayed Because nothing can get in the way of destiny Not even stubborn little girls like you

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC

stubborn

Stop crying, you poor, stubborn girl Why do you think he is so special When he took the most delicate parts of you And decided they were ordinary? Why do you think he is an angel If he can sleep at night knowing How heavy your heart feels? Why do you think he was the one If he did not have the patience to stay? You will find that true love surpasses all barriers So do not be upset that you have lost him If he was destiny, he would have stayed Because nothing can get in the way of destiny Not even stubborn little girls like you

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I started running again Because the pain of remaining stagnant And being flooded with thoughts of you Is greater than any physical pain

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC

running

I started running again Because the pain of remaining stagnant And being flooded with thoughts of you Is greater than any physical pain

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"You're not confident. That's what makes you unattractive" Well ********* I tried to be But somehow confidence is not achievable with a big body Did I have "low self esteem" written on my forehead? What made you think it was okay for you to criticize me? The love I had to give was endless And it wasn't skin-deep like yours I mean, it wouldn't have lasted if it was... You weren't exactly a looker I had a big heart, but maybe big hearts only come in big bodies

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Aug 15, 2016

Aug 15, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC

big body, big heart

"You're not confident. That's what makes you unattractive" Well ********* I tried to be But somehow confidence is not achievable with a big body Did I have "low self esteem" written on my forehead? What made you think it was okay for you to criticize me? The love I had to give was endless And it wasn't skin-deep like yours I mean, it wouldn't have lasted if it was... You weren't exactly a looker I had a big heart, but maybe big hearts only come in big bodies

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Tea, the bittersweet companion Who got me through my classes And past late-night assignments Tea, the reason my teeth are stained And the reason why I'm sane It was the bitterness of black tea That took a course through my body And shut off every racking nerve Fiber that couldn't keep calm Tea, my equivalent to a therapist Who left a mark so clearly that People will swear it's because I have poor dental hygiene

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC

the reason I drink (tea)

Tea, the bittersweet companion Who got me through my classes And past late-night assignments Tea, the reason my teeth are stained And the reason why I'm sane It was the bitterness of black tea That took a course through my body And shut off every racking nerve Fiber that couldn't keep calm Tea, my equivalent to a therapist Who left a mark so clearly that People will swear it's because I have poor dental hygiene

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Are you waiting for a boy to give you flowers? It's risky when you allow a stranger to control your happiness Boys have flowers to give, but not to you All of their flowers are wilting and dead They use this as a tactic for pleasure Adoration in exchange for *** But you know that already… You are worth flowers You are worth the liveliest and the brightest So don't be sad when you are left with none No one wants dead flowers anyway

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC

flowers

Are you waiting for a boy to give you flowers? It's risky when you allow a stranger to control your happiness Boys have flowers to give, but not to you All of their flowers are wilting and dead They use this as a tactic for pleasure Adoration in exchange for *** But you know that already… You are worth flowers You are worth the liveliest and the brightest So don't be sad when you are left with none No one wants dead flowers anyway

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I am not the girl of your dreams I am not the girl who you text at 3 am because you can't sleep I am not the girl who you think of when you're alone I am not the girl you want to get to know

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC

not the girl

I am not the girl of your dreams I am not the girl who you text at 3 am because you can't sleep I am not the girl who you think of when you're alone I am not the girl you want to get to know

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This is the moment When you open your eyes And see the light of day Shining brightly as a jewel This is the moment When you take a deep breath And inhale the sweet redolence of The rain drenched soil beneath your feet This is the moment When you hear the songbirds Singing their angelic tune Up in the willow tree This is the moment When you see the lovers holding hands In the midst of the afternoon And can’t help but smile This is the moment When you realize that you are not alone And that you are a part of something Far bigger than yourself

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC

a part of the universe

This is the moment When you open your eyes And see the light of day Shining brightly as a jewel This is the moment When you take a deep breath And inhale the sweet redolence of The rain drenched soil beneath your feet This is the moment When you hear the songbirds Singing their angelic tune Up in the willow tree This is the moment When you see the lovers holding hands In the midst of the afternoon And can’t help but smile This is the moment When you realize that you are not alone And that you are a part of something Far bigger than yourself

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Look and you will see the tragedy that is bestowed upon us, Children of the universe. It eats away at our hearts like acid Yet we grin and we grit our teeth. Our spirits are roaring with the ache of insecurity. We are the children of the universe. Our thoughts are a twisted garden of vines And no trespassing is permitted. Our minds are guarded mighty and high. We rise every morning and put on a smile, Ready to show the face that we have chosen for others to know. Our exterior is cool and prepared. We conceal the flowers that bloom from our minds And pull them out as though they are weeds. We sacrifice our identities to satisfy society. Every word we speak is one that is cautiously selected. Our insecurity has its hands on our throats And is slowly suffocating us. We are all dying under the weight of hiding our truths. We are the children of the universe. When will we say how we feel?

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC

our hidden truths

Look and you will see the tragedy that is bestowed upon us, Children of the universe. It eats away at our hearts like acid Yet we grin and we grit our teeth. Our spirits are roaring with the ache of insecurity. We are the children of the universe. Our thoughts are a twisted garden of vines And no trespassing is permitted. Our minds are guarded mighty and high. We rise every morning and put on a smile, Ready to show the face that we have chosen for others to know. Our exterior is cool and prepared. We conceal the flowers that bloom from our minds And pull them out as though they are weeds. We sacrifice our identities to satisfy society. Every word we speak is one that is cautiously selected. Our insecurity has its hands on our throats And is slowly suffocating us. We are all dying under the weight of hiding our truths. We are the children of the universe. When will we say how we feel?

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