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Santiago A Mar 12
My heart was broken by my first love for many reasons,
yet none were sufficient enough to give me closure.
I know she will never love me again,
At least not the way she used to.
Yet despite the empty space and the vast distance between us
I cannot give up or further myself from her.
Why can I not just let her go?

The world says to me that I'd be doing us both a favor.
One last act of love. "Let her go".
Get a life, be free, be better, "Let her go".
Focus on yourself, push yourself, "Let her go".
It'll come with time, don't try so hard. Just... let her go...
Yet despite what the world will tell me,
how easy others drop and move on.
I believe it's facade, a mask covering their feelings.
Nobody but the internet knows I haven't moved on.
It's easy to put on a mask and pretend you have let her go.

But I ask of you, when the pain a year ago is still as fresh today,
how does one... actually... "Let her go"
I half wish she would have cheated on me, at least giving me a reason to hate her.
Instead she left me for reasons I cannot blame her for. instead she leaves nothing but understanding and sadness in my broken heart.
Her Mar 10
it took me 313 days
to realise it was you
it took me 313 days
to process that my soul
wanted nothing more
than to be loved by you
the rest of our lives

it took me 313 days
in the purest
most raw
form
to realize
you were the sound
of birds chirping
in the morning light

it took me 313 days
to realize that i would choose you
time and time and time again
jolting me like the clock once it strikes twelve
awakening my soul
from the deepest slumber

i hope you know
that i love you
since the moment i stepped foot
into that pub
since the moment our eyes met
since the moment our souls intertwined

i love you
Piyush Mar 10
An Empty Evening,
A Soul Quietly Grieving.
Streetlights Flickering On,
A Feeling That Something Is Gone.

A Fleeting Moment Lost In Day,
A Memory Thrown In The Way.
A Sight To Watch Carefully,
A Love That Dissolved Freely.

A Story Filled With Lies,
A Heart Where Butterflies Rise.
A Boy Who Lost His Sight,
A Girl Who Shines So Bright.

A Bookshelf, Telling Different Stories,
A Window, Showing Different Glories.
A Fight Between Winning And Losing,
A Story Of Earning And Giving.

A Flower That Tries To Stay,
Even When The Sun Fades Away.
Holding On With All Its Might,
Even When It Loses The Fight.

A Cliffhanger, Before The Night,
A Feeling Which Was Right.
Slow Rain Coming From Her Eyes,
A Boy Who Never Even Tried.
Last Part From Note Series
Piyush Mar 9
A Quiet Afternoon,
A Wanderer's Forgotten Tune.
Eyes On The Door,
A Heart That Can't Be Restored.

A Crowded Room,
A Bride And A Groom.
Fitting Together,
Like Stars And Moon.

A Coffee Cup Left Half-Full,
A Message Left Unread,
Promises Whispered In The Dark,
Which Never Reached.

Sunlight Through Cracked Glass,
A Moment That Won't Last,
Hands Reaching But Never Close,
A Longing That Only Grows.

Footprints Washed Away By Waves,
Secrets Lost In Hidden Caves,
A Song Listened In Regret,
A Love That Stayed Repressed.
Continuation Of Part 1,i.e, Note I
Dianali Mar 8
trying to get a little dopamine—
In somebody’s lap.

Flashbacks.
Shivering.

Hands,
        hands,
              hands.
You examine everywhere for reasons to fight
Goal you achieve almost every night
Perfection and purpose put out of reach
Are there other methods to help than preach?
You make known exactly the ways I've done wrong
Can't tell drive to satisfy you is strong
And success a maybe despite trying my best
Do you understand what it's like to be depressed?
Instead of pressure provide pearls of praise
Small portion of patience will go a long ways
What will you trip over next?
Disagreements leave me perplexed
Staring at me as if you're scrutinizing a stranger
Alarm blaring loudly though there is no danger
This life we live occupying to get old
Sighing when shoulder turns away from me cold
I climb expectations but can't quite reach the top
Longing for lighter limbs so I wouldn't tire and stop
Your unfulfilled wishes are all engraved in stone
Won't be pleased until words are carved into each bone
When experiences are good they are beyond great
Light a room with brightness you radiate
Sparks fly from skin's surface moment we touch
Stomach starts rolling the second hands clutch
Stuck to potential so vast at the start
Before bogging under the heaviness of my heart
It seems I can't ever just get something right
JayJay Mar 8
I’m sorry I got that question wrong.
I’m sorry I can't move on.

I’m sorry I'm not smarter.
I’m sorry I couldn't be stronger.

I’m sorry how I take on as much as I can
only to ***** it all up.
And I’m sorry I couldn't find the man
inside my empty cup.

I’m sorry I waste my time away
trying to find a dreamy way
to happiness
when of course,
there's no such thing.

I’m sorry I don't talk much anymore
or that I let on how my heart is sore
from all the roughness
and how it keeps beating
without a source.

In fact, I must confess,
I am dying under boundless stress.
Each day my depression attacks,
reopening these countless cracks.
So many times have I walked this hall
feeling so weak and so small,
bracing for a final fall
just waiting till my lifeline snaps,
like any second I’ll collapse,
but of course I never do,
I know better than that.

But if I were to give my final words today,
this is exactly what I would say.
But that I won't undergo
I suppose you’ll never know

how sorry I am that there's nothing I’m on top of
and for dormantly letting endless piles of work tower above.

And how I’m sorry for caring more than I should
and letting myself be so consumed.

I’m sorry for impeding the impedeless
and for hoping in the hopeless.

And finally,
most especially,
I am sorry
for wanting to be so important
and that I became nothing but torment.
I am sorry for wanting so hard to be heard
when it's clear I’ll only ever come third.
I’m sorry for thinking I could matter
or that I could make things better.
I am sorry for believing
that I could amount to anything
at all.
This idea started brewing up in my head earlier this week. Recent events made it come to life
Not society, not our kin,
We'd fight and win, through thick and thin.

But love’s not war, nor won by might,
When chemistry fades, so does the light.
Ralph Bobian Mar 7
And I hope the bridges that I’ve burned
Are there still floating in the river
And maybe someday when it’s my turn
I can put a path between our distance
I’ll rebuild and make what’s right
But it’s only if you’d reconsider,
And then I’d have the courage
To build and cross that bridge,
If only just once more
But it’s only if you’d reconsider….
but that doesn’t seem so sure
No it doesn’t seem so sure..
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