#abandoment - Hello Poetry

I want to say I’m tired of me But I know more now Im not the hole in her shoe I'm not the broken umbrella in the storm When the ghost of abandonment tries to make it's presence The tell is known by it's unbelievable burn My soul wants to start crumbling again My heart starts to wither per automatic It was their choice Maybe I wasn’t even the reason they left Maybe I wasn’t thrown away Or maybe I was But its not on me Its on the who made that decision Im trying to remind myself of my worth Someone’s choice shouldn’t determine my worth It have ruled my love and brokenness for so long I know more now The more you know the more you are I am more

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Feb 24, 2025

Feb 24, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC

mrsw

I know more now

I want to say I’m tired of me But I know more now Im not the hole in her shoe I'm not the broken umbrella in the storm When the ghost of abandonment tries to make it's presence The tell is known by it's unbelievable burn My soul wants to start crumbling again My heart starts to wither per automatic It was their choice Maybe I wasn’t even the reason they left Maybe I wasn’t thrown away Or maybe I was But its not on me Its on the who made that decision Im trying to remind myself of my worth Someone’s choice shouldn’t determine my worth It have ruled my love and brokenness for so long I know more now The more you know the more you are I am more

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I was always frightened hiding from what happened to happen constantly stressed no come down for the wicked apprehensive to tenderness running from abandonment no rest for the wicked I was always dodging insults, punches, and negativity didn't believe that love would kiss me on the cheek these hounds, hounds of love are after me I can’t come out of my warped fantasy I run and jump; the sea catches me too afraid to confront what is happening

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Jun 1, 2022

Jun 1, 2022 at 5:26 PM UTC

munybee

Hounds of Love

I was always frightened hiding from what happened to happen constantly stressed no come down for the wicked apprehensive to tenderness running from abandonment no rest for the wicked I was always dodging insults, punches, and negativity didn't believe that love would kiss me on the cheek these hounds, hounds of love are after me I can’t come out of my warped fantasy I run and jump; the sea catches me too afraid to confront what is happening

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I am waiting to hear from you. I am waiting to see you. I am waiting to hug you. I wait to talk to you. I am waiting to spend Eternity with you. I am waiting to see my real mom.

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC

Emma_Grace_Coomes1

Waiting...

I am waiting to hear from you. I am waiting to see you. I am waiting to hug you. I wait to talk to you. I am waiting to spend Eternity with you. I am waiting to see my real mom.

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The house sits at the edge of the woods. Long abandoned the forest has taken over. Vines tendril through nooks and crannies. The door hangs on one hinge. In the center of it all, a tree has grown, pushing its way through the roof, The ironwork has rusted. The floor has collapsed. And the mortar between the bricks has fallen out. Bricks litter the floor, Evidence of what happens, slowly, from the first moment of surrender to the last.

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Jan 23, 2020

Jan 23, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC

tomatkins1955

Evidence

The house sits at the edge of the woods. Long abandoned the forest has taken over. Vines tendril through nooks and crannies. The door hangs on one hinge. In the center of it all, a tree has grown, pushing its way through the roof, The ironwork has rusted. The floor has collapsed. And the mortar between the bricks has fallen out. Bricks litter the floor, Evidence of what happens, slowly, from the first moment of surrender to the last.

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The days when the bed monster took possession of peace. Where on earth were you when I was strangled by the sheets. The days when everyone thought that they knew what they see; where the hell the were you when the blind man walked around me.

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Jul 18, 2017

Jul 18, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC

MarqB_Martian

sorry, wrong number

The days when the bed monster took possession of peace. Where on earth were you when I was strangled by the sheets. The days when everyone thought that they knew what they see; where the hell the were you when the blind man walked around me.

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when did compasssion leave you and get replaced by apathy and lips touching bottles of alcohol like they belonged to her mouth you only wish you could hold the sun of her face sweat off your worries in her holy let her know that to be resurrected you first need to perish let her feel the sadistic toll of stillborn happiness let the content promise be a threat let her know you will not auction off your heart for it to be sold again at a profit let her fall asleep knowing that you will be there in the morning but you will watch her all night long to make sure she does not leave you hollow like a haunted house an abandoned building you've watched too many lonely sunsets to believe that hills like her are anything more than a shelter you've heard too many whispers of the wind to think that the way she touches you will last any longer than storm

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Jul 13, 2016

Jul 13, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC

fluorescentmind

paranoid

when did compasssion leave you and get replaced by apathy and lips touching bottles of alcohol like they belonged to her mouth you only wish you could hold the sun of her face sweat off your worries in her holy let her know that to be resurrected you first need to perish let her feel the sadistic toll of stillborn happiness let the content promise be a threat let her know you will not auction off your heart for it to be sold again at a profit let her fall asleep knowing that you will be there in the morning but you will watch her all night long to make sure she does not leave you hollow like a haunted house an abandoned building you've watched too many lonely sunsets to believe that hills like her are anything more than a shelter you've heard too many whispers of the wind to think that the way she touches you will last any longer than storm

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I sit here in the middle of nothing reaching and reaching for the end now that you are gone, it has been very long.... Moving images, oblique surroundings dim my senses tears flow to the scheme of things nothing will ever be the same since death took you in its strides... Your healing embrace and the pose of your mind your strong will, took no prisoners our journey as lovers kept me captive shattered... shuddering, trembling tears racked my very soul... My cherished lover, in passion and dreams as I sit here and listen for the door.. Debbie Brooks

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 5:49 PM UTC

deborah-brooks-langford

I Listen For The Door

I sit here in the middle of nothing reaching and reaching for the end now that you are gone, it has been very long.... Moving images, oblique surroundings dim my senses tears flow to the scheme of things nothing will ever be the same since death took you in its strides... Your healing embrace and the pose of your mind your strong will, took no prisoners our journey as lovers kept me captive shattered... shuddering, trembling tears racked my very soul... My cherished lover, in passion and dreams as I sit here and listen for the door.. Debbie Brooks

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Drip drop Drip as if a faucets dripping, drip drop drip drop, sing song sing, bleeding limbs, bruised cut wrists. Tequila & pills easing me into a sedation into sweet oblivion blending together meshing in & out, insistingly extracting, melting round & round. pins drop soundlessly on the carpet. Blue & red lights flash brightly out the window, I can't hear, I can't feel, I'm fading.... colors blend, faces fade, shadows dim. I see nothing, blurred shapes like the kaleidoscope, twinkling starlight's shimmering brightly before my eyes I see nothing... Only Smudges. By: ~KnowOneKnowsMe2~

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Jul 29, 2014

Jul 29, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC

Know1knowsMe2

Smudges

Drip drop Drip as if a faucets dripping, drip drop drip drop, sing song sing, bleeding limbs, bruised cut wrists. Tequila & pills easing me into a sedation into sweet oblivion blending together meshing in & out, insistingly extracting, melting round & round. pins drop soundlessly on the carpet. Blue & red lights flash brightly out the window, I can't hear, I can't feel, I'm fading.... colors blend, faces fade, shadows dim. I see nothing, blurred shapes like the kaleidoscope, twinkling starlight's shimmering brightly before my eyes I see nothing... Only Smudges. By: ~KnowOneKnowsMe2~

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