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girlinflames Aug 15
Will you be
the soil and sunlight
that makes
my marriage bloom?
girlinflames Aug 19
Is my freedom,
my desire,
nothing more
than you?
girlinflames Aug 17
If we get back together,
I will be firm.
I will know how to speak
what I want
and how to negotiate.

I will know how to be
one of a kind.

But—
are we still worth it?

I know I am.
girlinflames Aug 18
Was this really what I wanted?
Did it have to be this way?

Was there nothing left
for our story to become?

Santiago and Veronica
would probably be upset.
girlinflames Aug 24
Why can’t things be simple?
Why must everything be intense,
profound,
with a hidden meaning—
with a touch of something
I don’t know how to name?
Aishi Jun 1
Why did you only love me when I made you proud?
Why didn’t you help me when I asked for it?

Why did you threaten to leave me behind?
To send me away?
To give me to someone else?

Why did you blame your illness on me?
Why did you say I wouldn’t even cry if you died?
Why did you tell me I could leave anytime —
And never show my face again?

Why do you still say things that hurt?

I hate that I can’t talk to you.
I hate that I can’t ask for help —
Can’t ask for something I need, like other kids do.

I hate that I have to hide the cuts.
That I have to lie about the bruises.
That I have to pretend I’m okay.

I hate coming home.

Why did you treat me like an adult when I was still just a child?
Why did you guilt-trip me...
And then confess why you did it —
As if that made it okay?

Why did you do that?
Why did you hurt me like that?
All the questions I have but I can never ask
Can you hear my voice
screaming into the void?
Can you feel me loving you
in the silence?
Do you know me
in the blur between seasons,
when time loses meaning,
and memories breathe like now?
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Dear me,


Wow, you're so grown up,
But our faces look so close;
Both our jaws bend the same,
But your's is a little sharper;
Brown's the colour of our eyes,
But under yours are tired lines.

When does all that happen?
I was told no one should ever know,
Their future, fate and what's to come,
But my mind holds so many questions.

Do I still write?
Do I still dream?
Will fantasy still keep me sane?
And do I ever learn guitar?
Make music and write a song?

Please, tell me now, I need to know.

Am I happy?
Am I loved?
Do I ever find the one
And is it like magic,
Like all the books and movies said?
Do I still stand proud and tall?

Do I laugh and cry,
And live with no apologies...
Please say,
I don't apologize for feeling.

And despite all the ways that I will grow,
Will my smile stay the same?
Oh, I love it so,
I hope it never changes.
- C.c
There are strange mystery’s,
All around us in many ways,
Why certain events happen,
And different actors, come,
Into our world, as others fade,
The timing is often perfect,
To help us air out our thoughts,
Questions without answers,
Can lead to confusion, for days.

No one is right, all of the time,
Being wealthy, does not make,
A person more wiser, in their mind,
The words that one person speaks,
Can lead another, to a lost find,
Everyone is on a personal path,
Accept, honest simple things too,
Listen follow positive signs.

This life, just a slice of our journey,
For our soul, which learns, in many ways,
Meet, inter act, with many different cultures,
Sharing, understanding, creates, positive times,
No trust, when money, more important, than people today,
From, wanna be the dictators, buying positions, to fabricated news,
Good ratings, are more important than truth is, for their bottom line.




                                      The Original: Tom Maxwell  © 08/04/2025 AD
Rain Jul 22
Will I ever recover?
From what you put me through?
Will I ever become a lover?
Or is that ruined too?

Will I forever be broken?
From what you said to me?
Will I eventually have forgotten?
Or is this just destiny?

Why is it that even now?
After months of no contact?
You still affect me somehow?
Every thought you still impact?

Why are you part of my history?
Why did you put me through this?
Why can’t I forget already?
Is this just how it is?
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