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Maria Imran Feb 2018
i miss you without wanting to
i write words after words because that's all i can do
in our distancing was a calamity that had set my heart on fire
in my pining is the pain that is turning me to ashes.
Maria Imran Feb 2018
"One day you will make one hell of a heartbreaker!" she told you.
You laughed that clinking-bells laugh of yours, blurring the world with heaven's sigh.
Then you whispered something in her ear and left her smiling too.

You did make one hell of a heartbreaker, sweety.
But it was more hell than heart,
More tumult than treasure.
It was more vomits out of sheer extremity of sadness,
tears out of mere helplessness.
It was more blood than poetry,
More distrust than sanity.

You have already won that compliment, my tormentor,
Wish you'd never struggle more.
Marhia Cruz Jun 2017
There's some things I fear more than others. Loud noises, stress, being seen as worthless... sometimes I worry I'm not enough. Maybe I'm not smart enough. Maybe I'm not feeling enough. Maybe... it's just me. And I already know I'm not enough. Not nice enough. Not good enough. Not fast enough. But sometimes it's okay. Like when it's late at night and my mind turns to you... and I just don't have enough energy to think about it. About how you're just enough. Just enough to make me feel something again. Just enough to make me reach out and touch something warm again. I lay here and think... that I wish that were more than enough. To make me happy...
Again.
But then again... I'm not enough.
JusT word spill, I'm thinking of a few people here, and I wanted to get this off of my mind.

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