What if you feel is
nothing?
Nothing at all,
but numb.
Numb to the core.
As if suffocating.
Unable to
reach the shore.
sometimes this is all you feel...NUMB
You're the
sweetest person I know.
Is what people often
tell me though.
But what do you gain,
from being so kind.
Agony?
Desolation?
Dejection?
Or always being
taken for granted.
When pain is all you get for being generous.
loving someone
does not stop
at the pain
they caused you,
or the pain
you caused them.

it exists somewhere
deep within the mind
between suffering and forgiveness -
because forgiveness IS love,
and that sliver will always remain.
not a real poem by my standards just a piece i've been resting on for a while now

I always have love for the people who were there for me and taught me the lessons I need. I will always have love for anyone who's showed me some, and I will never hate anyone who's ever been themselves to me - those are the truest most soulful people.

I hope one day they see that, and get that I do have love for them, and could never hate them and all the parts of me I gave. I could never hate myself for the parts of me that they gave to me - can't hate myself for the person they helped raise in character, lesson, and love.
Like raindrops,
I kept falling for you
all over again.
We say everyone leaves in the end. But what if they leave you in between. Suddenly. Abruptly. Gone.
It has only been a few hours and I already  miss you terribly. I love you and will always do.
If ever happiness
knocks at my door.
How will I
recognise?
The sound of delight.

Will it howl
like the blowing wind?
Or rustle as
the woods and trees?
Will it be
like splashing water?
Or the pelting rain,
on the window pane?

Maybe it will
just creep in silence.
Echoing in the
wells of silence.
I try and keep searching for happiness.
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