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I long to be the person

who has strength

but strength is hard when

you have hidden pain

Hiding behind a smile

“I’m great, I’m ok”

Strength is hard

But I find courage

Everyday
Reposting this because I accidentally deleted it!
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
Just another day were people say that I mean the world to them
And fail to prove it
Tired af ....
You may move on
And try to forget
But never, ever
Regret
Loving
you don’t have to know what will
survive after the fire.
you just have to believe something
will.
this won’t save you
but perhaps, it will make the fire
more bearable.

I’ll trap you inside these lines so maybe then you will always be mine
This poem was inspired by a situation I’m going through. Hope you enjoy. Leave a comment ❤️
You were moon-drunk, speaking words
only uttered under the stars
because even you yourself feared
what left your swollen tongue.
You feared yourself more than I did
and that scared you.
But it scared me more knowing
that it would happen again, knowing
that your shadow would grow darker
every night until your star-sipped liquor
turned your fear into another monster
in the night; one that this time,
I couldn't run away from.
 May 1 Erica Girone
Jiya
i want to tell you.
i really do.
i'd love to spill my secrets, my issues to you.
yet i can't comprehend it.
i can't communicate it to you.
and the fact you could leave me.
it makes my heart a tearful blue.
you already look at me as if i'm broken.
what do i have to lose?
i want to tell you.
i really do.
yet i can't cope with the fact.
the fact your presence may fade.
vanish without a trace.
except you'd still have that key.
the key that can unlock the darkness in my brain.
this poem is in honour of my teacher who wants me to know that i can talk to him. but it's nearing the end of the year and he may not be my teacher next year. i fear that if i tell him too much i won't be able to cope that next year he might be wandering around with the burden of my thoughts i selfishly put on him without being able to do much to help me. and that i won't be able to connect with another teacher like i have with him. so, in general, this poem isn't really about telling him about my issues. it's about the fact that i might lose his presence in my life and that he's one of the last things that's keeping me sane. this poem is about loss. XD sorry for the mini rant i just needed to get this out there y'know.
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
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hi.
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