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I'm not straight out of a magazine
nor worth a different gaze

men don't faze
women neither want to taste

I'm somewhere in between
nowhere to be seen
this one was sitting in my drafts since last year
Don't speak harshly,
Your words will form swords in me

Touch my cheek; speak gently,
And they will form worlds in me
God makes beautiful women
Then the devil uses them
I'm uncertain if
writing poetry
heals me or
dilacerate my wounds
if you open up you become vulnerable, but if you keep all to yourself it hurts even more
the light ripped the darkness apart
and in that daybreak i see my future

things i nurture will be taken away
dreams i want will never come true
people i love, i'll need to let go
pain i suffer, i'll have to endure

i'll lose it all,
but i'll be fine
as long as i remember you,
i'm complete
about coping with recurring traumatic life events
  Dec 2021 Hortência Granair
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Am I stuck?

Or am I still hurt?

Is it obsession?

Is it

Buried feelings…

Or betrayal?
Why do I need to let it go when they still don’t think they did anything wrong
  Nov 2021 Hortência Granair
Sam
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
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