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all along I thought you
hated me enough
to hurt me

but all along you didn't
love me enough
to want to
{have you realized, my love?
        that you are
                all i breathe,
    all i seek
                up above
in the sky and clouds
            i’ve encountered
    a path
            in absence of
        you
        it leads me
to a vast
        and desolate
                darkness.

    the path is
            fragranced
    by your sweet
                and
innocent scent,
        your blissful energy
    trapped in captivity
            cries out to me,
my love

    my love, you are
        brandished
            by gold and ivory
    i'm in love with
your shine, but
            undeniably
    you aren’t looking
                    at mine.

    you, my dear, are
                magnetic,
transcending and
            everlasting joy
    rushes my heart
        while the thought
    of you

            rips.

                    me.

        apart.}
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-melancholicreator
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Xaela San Jan 2020
Pretending that your feelings doesn't exist is one of the worst punishment a man can do to himself.
I thought I was throwing away those feelings but I realized that I, myself was only burying my feelings and emotions deep down. Pretending everything didn't exist in the first place.
I caught myself making up excuses that I shouldn't feel those things. I made my own reasons. It's sad because I didn't realized I was hurting myself.
Sakif Hossain Jan 2020
That self, that version
The one who's been forgotten
The one they never accepted
The one who was hidden
That inner self, that inner nerd,
The one without no emotion...

Time has come!
The song has been sung!
No point in running no more...
The time has come..

Time to unleash the "one"
Time to be truly "me" !!!
Xaela San Dec 2019
Spend a little more time looking in front than on the side
You might see something more beautiful than the things on the sidelines
Another realization
Angel Dec 2019
I used to think contentment was the thing to live for
To make a life of
It made sense,
I don’t know why

I do,
It was because of you.
Because in this decade of love that is coming to an end

I looked for everything of purpose in you
Then I found myself & thought we were so much of the same

Then I realized it was a fantasy & it wasn’t a game  

It took me so long

There was so much confusion much less delusion

I feel as though I’m slowly finally letting go
I just can’t keep running back to a thought that isn’t going to help me grow

I’m sorry & I hope there’s no resentment because this hurts me just as much
& I know it’s absurd but please
would you please still let me in  

Can we find new purpose
Because I feel as though we need much more & I still stand by what I’ve said
I just feel like living is much more than just being content
MisfitOfSociety Dec 2019
Birth on one side,
Death on the other.
Fire runs down the middle.
I watch my life,
Taper down.
Manogya Dec 2019
Woke up, saw a face.
Looking down, on the bed.
Looking through, my eyes.
My soul, and my sight.

My blood, pumped up.
My heart started to weep.
My brain, needed more oxygen.
To get me out of this heap.

How did this happen,
Where was I lost.
Why couldn’t I figure out,
What happened after the dark?

Getting out of the covers,
Took like 10 freaking hours.
As I looked at the date,
And went off to mars.

I had to do it quick,
My life was on the line.
One wrong step,
And I’d weep so much that I die.

Fortunately for me,
My saviour had come.
Panic was telling me,
Take a deep breath and began.

******* monkey,
You ruined so much of my time,
But the real monster was here,
A beast in disguise.

I began, with a breath.
And a big glass of coke.
It told me to be calm,
And remain for the toast.

It showed me what I needed,
It showed me a way.
But first it told me,
To remain calm is the way.

I worked for hours,
And the days to come.
Took deep breaths,
And played games in the dim.

All was not lost,
I still had my sight.
Thank you panic,
Showing me a way, from my might.
This is a poem on Panic and how it's not really the bad thing. On how it can be viewed from another direction.
Marquis Nov 2019
I never realized that the sun rose and set for you,
until it began to rise and set for me.
Allie Dotson Nov 2019
It is damaged
yet the strings still play when plucked
the fingers strum
all sprouting from a twisted hand
The music is troubled as it tries to form words
her Insides become out
yet it doesn't sum up the half
It was more than it was meant to be
More than what we were used to hearing
The sound contacted instantly
Something brimming of powerful moments
Those of true knowledge
which we cover with daily life
The terror of which one has lived through
wanting never again to arise and repeat
Shredded imaging, unadmitted longings, and high intensity fear
We can't live at that pitch
So every so often something shatters like ice
we fall into a river of our own existence
We are aware
because the realization is in the sound
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