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Oct 23 · 121
Unknown
Dahlia Oct 23
I gave my heart, so bright, so true,  
A fragile flame I offered you.  
But in your hands, it slipped like sand,  
A love you couldn’t understand.  

You drained my light, my warmth, my fight,  
Left me in shadows, void of sight.  
I begged for more, I begged for change,  
But you stayed distant, cold, and strange.  

You held my heart with fingers tight,  
Suffocating all its light.  
Each plea I whispered met a wall,  
As silence filled the space of all.  

You swore you'd learned the rhythm’s flow,  
That now, you'd truly want to grow.  
Yet once again, you held it wrong,  
And played the same, forgotten song.  

I’m left with echoes of your touch,  
A heart once open, feeling much.  
But now it's tired, worn, and slow,  
From giving what you’d never know.
Dahlia Oct 23
In the quiet shadows of your yesterday,  
Where love once flourished, now echoes stay.  
You gave your heart, a vibrant flame,  
Woven in moments, you played his name.  

But love can feel fragile, a delicate strand,  
Nurturing warmth while leaving you unplanned.  
You wanted to treat him better, to shine,  
Yet your heart feels lost, a heaviness divine.  

Still, you know you’re a garden, reclaiming your youth,  
Though one flower has faded, new blooms hold truth.  
In this ache, remind yourself, it’s okay to grieve,  
To honor the love you had, and still believe.  

When you’re ready to open, to leap once more,  
Trust in the journey and all it has in store.  
For within you lies beauty, deep and profound,  
A heart full of love, waiting to be found.  

With each step you take, seek your own peace,  
Knowing love isn’t lost; it will one day bring release.  
In the echoes of your heart, you’ll find your way,  
Embracing your story, your own special way.
May 2020 · 15
I’m listening
Dahlia May 2020
It’s funny how anyone can read your words but so very few could understand them. Sometimes it makes me think a little too negatively than I’d like.. As if that should matter. Does it make me selfish to want to be understood? Am I cynical for feeling like it’s not possible by others? Because in a world filled with people longing to be understood, who is left to try and do the understanding? I want to understand and sink in the ground for the reasons of others.. I just wonder if there would be anyone willing to do the same for me.
May 2020 · 8
Reason
Dahlia May 2020
I don’t want to have to fight or beg for love anymore.. I don’t want anyone to have to fight for me either. Don’t “save me.” Just once I’d like things to be easy.. for us to fight everything else together- not each other. I don’t want to worry about what is mine or isn’t or anything that’s “suppose to be”. I want a simple love that finds me and bring comfort through these storms of life. I just want us to be at peace. Never questioning which one would leave. I just want our love to ‘be’. That’s worth every reason to me.
Dahlia Apr 2020
Love is one of those funny things. It brings out the best and worst in you, really. It pulls everything about you up and uproots it till you’re standing there bare with all of you.. the best and the worst and the ugliest.. just standing there begging them to love you.
Love yourself first.
Apr 2020 · 7
Stronger Now
Dahlia Apr 2020
I can run miles without eating with a pit in my soul. Who knew?
I can comfort someone crying while my insides want to roar. I can recreate myself and see the best through any trial. I can keep the best in the most painful of situations and grow beyond measure.
I can do anything. I didn’t think this is how that lesson would end.. but I am stronger now.. thank you.
Nov 2014 · 503
The Bird Of Native Rock
Dahlia Nov 2014
My love,
Magnetic.

You,
A metal cage.

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