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The first time we were together, you said

I didn't love you enough

The second time we got back together, you said

I loved you too much 

I am starting to believe 

That you just don't want my love at all
I often wonder —

What is more painful:

to lose someone you once had,

                      or

to never have anyone to lose?
 6h BEEZEE
eliana
Standing amidst wildfire,
I am simply an ember.
Not the flame,
Not the smoky haze,
But such inside.

Standing amidst blizzards,
I am simply a flake.
Not the wind,
Not the frigid air,
But such inside.

Standing amidst earthquakes,
I am simply a pebble.
Not the rocks,
Not the fervent shake,
But such inside.

Standing amidst this life,
I am simply a viewer.
Not the praised,
Not the powerful voice,
But such inside.

Standing amidst myself,
I still prevail.
Not the weak,
Not the failing girl,
But such outside.
This poem is from the point of view of an introvert. Those who don't know her think that she is weak for being so quiet, but they don't know that she has big ideas, big plans, and big dreams. She has power in her, and she is waiting to put it on display outside.
Am I here for a purpose?

Do I really have a reason to be?

Why can't I see it?

Why doesn't it call me?
most aim to be calm
not let the world
affect every aspect of life
its not a bad plan
i just prefer to be
a little more like tea
steeping in silence
 Jul 30 BEEZEE
Blue Sapphire
A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.
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