"requitted" poems - Hello Poetry

Sometimes you open yourself up to a person because you feel and believe that they're different and maybe this time they won't break your heart and that your love will be requitted. So you go out on a limb and open up so much of yourself to this person. Things that you're afraid to tell others about because of fear of being judged or rejected. But there's just something about this person that allows you to tell them everything. You become so comfortable in the presence of that person that you openly admit your flaws, you don't hide it. You just completely lose yourself in love and in the thought and concept of being loved, of being in a relationship and of being with someone that you can be yourself with. The idea of that person just completely excites you and everything about them makes you happy. Seeing them and hearing their voice just helps you in an inexplicable manner and being with them is an emotion of complete comfortability on its own. You learn to love this person and you accept their flaws and differences. You accept how they might not necessarily love eating McDonalds as much as you do or they are crazy about sci-fi movies where you can't even get yourself past watching a chick flick. But that's just it, you don't mind. You don't mind because love is about sacrifices. Its about sacrificing your weekly episode of The Vampire Diaries to watch the most recent sports updates. Because you'd rather lose the argument than to lose the person. You'd sacrifice a part of your daily routine all for love. The worst part is that nothing is guaranteed. You're not guaranteed how long you will be in a relationship with this person. You're not guaranteed complete happiness and you're not guaranteed that things are going to be perfect. You just have to trust this person and have faith. Believe the best and hope that everything will work out for the. Best. Believe that even if you break up with this person, that you're going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok, and that new beginnings are perfectly acceptable. Believe that you're going to overcome heartbreak of any kind. You just have to believe that someone out there is looking for someone like you. What others see Wrong in you just might be the exact thing that will make someone else fall in love with you. And you need to be realistic. Not all relationships last forever. Some relationships are there for lessons and experiences. So that very person that you completely open yourself up to, can break your heart. It could be during or even after the relationship. But its all part of life I guess. You'll never know how to love someone wholeheartedly if you haven't been hurt before. You just have to turn your heartbreak in to something positive, make the most out of your situation. See the light in the darkness. But learn to deal with things too. Find closure in what happened to you and don't leave a relationship with unfinished business. Because unfinished business will have to be finished sooner or later, and I think sooner is better. Allow yourself time to heal too. Opening yourself up to someone that much can hurt you a lot, and everything you had with that person will be completely lost in an instant. And you're gonna need to come to terms with that. Remember that what's meant to be , will be. Love, is a complicated thing, and you're never quite sure how things could possibly turn out to be. You're just gonna go out on a limb each time hoping for the best and patiently waiting for your happily ever after with a special person.

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC

keshia-hayley-africa

My prepared speech for school- Love.

Sometimes you open yourself up to a person because you feel and believe that they're different and maybe this time they won't break your heart and that your love will be requitted. So you go out on a limb and open up so much of yourself to this person. Things that you're afraid to tell others about because of fear of being judged or rejected. But there's just something about this person that allows you to tell them everything. You become so comfortable in the presence of that person that you openly admit your flaws, you don't hide it. You just completely lose yourself in love and in the thought and concept of being loved, of being in a relationship and of being with someone that you can be yourself with. The idea of that person just completely excites you and everything about them makes you happy. Seeing them and hearing their voice just helps you in an inexplicable manner and being with them is an emotion of complete comfortability on its own. You learn to love this person and you accept their flaws and differences. You accept how they might not necessarily love eating McDonalds as much as you do or they are crazy about sci-fi movies where you can't even get yourself past watching a chick flick. But that's just it, you don't mind. You don't mind because love is about sacrifices. Its about sacrificing your weekly episode of The Vampire Diaries to watch the most recent sports updates. Because you'd rather lose the argument than to lose the person. You'd sacrifice a part of your daily routine all for love. The worst part is that nothing is guaranteed. You're not guaranteed how long you will be in a relationship with this person. You're not guaranteed complete happiness and you're not guaranteed that things are going to be perfect. You just have to trust this person and have faith. Believe the best and hope that everything will work out for the. Best. Believe that even if you break up with this person, that you're going to be ok. Everything is going to be ok, and that new beginnings are perfectly acceptable. Believe that you're going to overcome heartbreak of any kind. You just have to believe that someone out there is looking for someone like you. What others see Wrong in you just might be the exact thing that will make someone else fall in love with you. And you need to be realistic. Not all relationships last forever. Some relationships are there for lessons and experiences. So that very person that you completely open yourself up to, can break your heart. It could be during or even after the relationship. But its all part of life I guess. You'll never know how to love someone wholeheartedly if you haven't been hurt before. You just have to turn your heartbreak in to something positive, make the most out of your situation. See the light in the darkness. But learn to deal with things too. Find closure in what happened to you and don't leave a relationship with unfinished business. Because unfinished business will have to be finished sooner or later, and I think sooner is better. Allow yourself time to heal too. Opening yourself up to someone that much can hurt you a lot, and everything you had with that person will be completely lost in an instant. And you're gonna need to come to terms with that. Remember that what's meant to be , will be. Love, is a complicated thing, and you're never quite sure how things could possibly turn out to be. You're just gonna go out on a limb each time hoping for the best and patiently waiting for your happily ever after with a special person.

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Such a young girl, she was easy to miss Something of a wonder, you'd never know Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss But no one knew how far she'd go. They were two hearts too close together And they were bound to break apart Thought they'd last forever But then he took her heart. Far away he was taken, that flight The space seemed a wide abyss Cried himself to sleep at night Such a young girl, easy to miss. He healed almost before she'd said 'bye' His heart unevenly cured Another had caught his curious eye Away from his best friend lured. She fought to be his number one once more The pain so sharp unbearable So she left through a one-way door Thinking her heart incurable. Such a young girl, she was easy to miss Something of a wonder, you'd never know Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss But no one knew how far she'd go. Their intellect was a magnet toward The love that grew inside Their knowledge was a goblet poured On the adventures they'd leave behind. Bliss was not innocence, not this time For she well knew where she'd go Away from it all on the line They'd raise children of their own. But the seed of doubt is sometimes right It sometimes speeks the truth But when you're the one doubted it is a knife And it's only pointing at you. Such a young girl, she held on tight But they really just needed space To see that they were never right When they only wanted to erase. Such a young girl, she was easy to miss Something of a wonder, you'd never know Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss But no one knew how far she'd go. Easy to yearn for, easy to miss No wonder they grew so fast I wonder sometimes about this If they ever mourned her last Heaven knows how many she missed Lying awake at night But how many times was the lenthy list Requitted when the time wasn't right?

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Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

Miss

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss Something of a wonder, you'd never know Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss But no one knew how far she'd go. They were two hearts too close together And they were bound to break apart Thought they'd last forever But then he took her heart. Far away he was taken, that flight The space seemed a wide abyss Cried himself to sleep at night Such a young girl, easy to miss. He healed almost before she'd said 'bye' His heart unevenly cured Another had caught his curious eye Away from his best friend lured. She fought to be his number one once more The pain so sharp unbearable So she left through a one-way door Thinking her heart incurable. Such a young girl, she was easy to miss Something of a wonder, you'd never know Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss But no one knew how far she'd go. Their intellect was a magnet toward The love that grew inside Their knowledge was a goblet poured On the adventures they'd leave behind. Bliss was not innocence, not this time For she well knew where she'd go Away from it all on the line They'd raise children of their own. But the seed of doubt is sometimes right It sometimes speeks the truth But when you're the one doubted it is a knife And it's only pointing at you. Such a young girl, she held on tight But they really just needed space To see that they were never right When they only wanted to erase. Such a young girl, she was easy to miss Something of a wonder, you'd never know Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss But no one knew how far she'd go. Easy to yearn for, easy to miss No wonder they grew so fast I wonder sometimes about this If they ever mourned her last Heaven knows how many she missed Lying awake at night But how many times was the lenthy list Requitted when the time wasn't right?

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. . he claimed to be a grid-diver; always sinking before being noticed. claimed himself impressed at this vessel's soul-detachment. once learned, be effective when ready to vanish; when ready to oust self from, well, anything requiring absolute dispersion. now though, feeling, all the leaving has been wasted energy; has been a lesson. of futility through, always learning, but i cannot escape mirrored-judgement. i will always remain near-center, until a vessel's final wastings. we wander not forward with end sought in mind, yet still forward with appreciation in understanding death-in-form already reaches out to affect influence. once ego, death requitted this once infant with affection and no grand-stand when revoked or rebuked of eternity's place upon him. sent loose unto waiting-game, meant for to conquer Sun and Time; death-hands applauding selfish-sincerity. wasting a gracious gift of lifted finger, continue, found lacking in all sincerity while sweating nervous thought of interaction. now, to be more than, well, more so beyond an existential probability. giving up to what knows next, covered in ink, and syncing words below riptide and current, but ******* drowning the vessel shall always over-ride; always over-ride; always over-arrive and come on too strong. then slip when rebuffed.

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Jan 20, 2017

Jan 20, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC

townsendfm

Dead-Write

. . he claimed to be a grid-diver; always sinking before being noticed. claimed himself impressed at this vessel's soul-detachment. once learned, be effective when ready to vanish; when ready to oust self from, well, anything requiring absolute dispersion. now though, feeling, all the leaving has been wasted energy; has been a lesson. of futility through, always learning, but i cannot escape mirrored-judgement. i will always remain near-center, until a vessel's final wastings. we wander not forward with end sought in mind, yet still forward with appreciation in understanding death-in-form already reaches out to affect influence. once ego, death requitted this once infant with affection and no grand-stand when revoked or rebuked of eternity's place upon him. sent loose unto waiting-game, meant for to conquer Sun and Time; death-hands applauding selfish-sincerity. wasting a gracious gift of lifted finger, continue, found lacking in all sincerity while sweating nervous thought of interaction. now, to be more than, well, more so beyond an existential probability. giving up to what knows next, covered in ink, and syncing words below riptide and current, but ******* drowning the vessel shall always over-ride; always over-ride; always over-arrive and come on too strong. then slip when rebuffed.

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