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Kaiden Dec 2024
You said you're sorry, i tried to accept it.
Pick up the broken pieces of my heart,
The ones that you broke apart.
Sometimes i wish i have never said it,
The words that doomed me into this nonsense,
Trying to imagine your presence
Next to me.
Today i give up on trying to find a copy of you,
Someone to replace the emptiness you left behind.
Someone who could give me a better view,
Of the souls that have never alligned.
I write way too much breakup stuff
Kaiden Dec 2024
A broken artist doesn't **** you in their mind,
Doesn't rip the pictures apart, wishing it was you, no.
A broken artist will let you live forever,
As the worst of the worst punishments.

They might make you an entire new person,
Let you into their world,
In their notebook
Or canvas.

You'll be cared about
As equally as despised.
For them to tell you one day,
"This character was based off of you".
I often base my characterss off real people, mostly the bad ones. For example, a character based off my stepfather plays a giant role in the story, it's pretty well written but it's also one of my most hated characters.
  Dec 2024 Kaiden
Krista Delle Femine
It’s still a part of the story
No matter how far apart
It be
Whether or not you read
  Dec 2024 Kaiden
THE LONER
For me inspiration
does not come from adoration
It comes from depression,
or even regression.
And when im in session
is my doctors question
What did you write?
why do you write?
  Dec 2024 Kaiden
Kindinheart
We all have our lies
We all have our sins
But the past does not matter
So long as you’re in the life i’m in
I don’t care what you’ve done
I don’t  care what you have said
The only thing that matters
Is that your inside my head
My heart yearns for you
To tell me you love me
But the silence is deafening
Leading me to think
Am i only dreaming
  Dec 2024 Kaiden
Bekah Halle
is it curious that we spare our souls
through poetry,
but remain closed books to our "family"?
Poetry has been a healing tool, helping me make sense of what was hidden in me for many years and remains hidden, even though I am still, unaware.

Family can mean any community that we are a part of.
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