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Nomadic poet Jun 2020
The people with the biggest hearts can come off so heartless.
The people with the wildest souls can come off to be a bit too much.
There will always be someone who you will be the bad guy too.
And thats just fine.
Self care and self love is the only way to find your self.
Until that you will have no heart to give away.
So whenever they call me heartless
I cannot say they are wrong..
How can i have one whenever it was taken and now im lost in the world without it
Making every possible leap of faith i can just to maybe have it back in my hands.
Yes i am heartless
But ive never meet someone with a heart as big as mine.
Sometimes doing for yourself will put you in the middle of a chaotic situation. Just stay focused and remember you are not wrong for taking your love back and giving it back to yourself. If you do not love yourself then you do not carry love to give away. You cannot put two dead batteries in a remote and expect it to change the channel.
Nomadic poet Jun 2020
Thoughts grow heavy
But you're supposed to keep moving
No matter how muddy your feet get
No matter how tired your heart is
You just keep pushing
Until you find yourself
Lost
No more thoughts
Just that heavy heart and sad feeling
Nomadic poet Jun 2020
Isolation can be lethal
Nomadic poet Jun 2020
Anger takes over.
I never gained any closure.

How can i be alright..
Just continue to fight?

I felt myself break.
All while he continued to take.

His own pleasure more important than a childs mental stability.
I thought the worst had been done whenever they abandoned us three...but here i am..
Proven wrong again.

I cant seem to comprehend what the end goal ever was. Ive given up on trying to mend.

The wounds you left are far to deep.
A childs innocence is no ones game.
  Jun 2020 Nomadic poet
Colm
Expect no answers
To come from your mind
As it knows no more
Than tempered clouds
And expects too much, of you always

Expect no truth
To flow from your heart
When it's heavy with rain
And pouring out
Of this saturation found, and moreso

Expect instead
To be and fade
Like the ends of the endless
So comes the new
The next in line, is now

Just as the day most true is in ending
Found
Nomadic poet Jun 2020
To soothe the pain
Yet ignore the wound
Leaves room for infection
Do not be forced to amputate your love
Stitch yourself up
Nomadic poet Jun 2020
Im sad again..
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