"wrongful" poems - Hello Poetry

In the question of reassurance. The single solemn response cannot always end with one that causes the most anxiety. The involvement of social media, random dm's, the arrangement of severed ties mended with one thing in mind. For these reasons insecurity deepens. Eventually things fall apart. It's not always about opening your mouth. There are other ways to be vocal. Silence becomes deafening. Defeating the purpose of awareness. Tempers quickly raise and often the things that aren't meant to be said come out. Echoing the loudest. Petty arguments, the excuses that lead us into the messages we're quick to hide. Despite how much time we've invested, the easiest thing to do is walk away. Anxiety becoming the fear that pushes us the furthest into ourselves. It's not always easy. Opening up, vocalizing a single woe that begins the journey of a thousand, if not more. If forced, we too begin to shut down and contemplate the single best thing. Being seen as selfish, self-centered. Quick burst that justifies wrongful intent with one that's right. It's all about support. Care & understanding. The saving grace that bonds the realization that either of us are perfect. That there are deeper issues at hand that seep far beyond. the way we see ourselves, whether we are too big. Too small, the things we find often too late, said behind our back. outside of everything else do you truly understand the quality of reassurance. the equivalent to the moment everything seems to come crashing down. The times any slight movement brings us down the most. Equally we both seek the same. The response reflects the moment. To defy standard and move to something meaningful. At a point, the question deserves an answer. Going in one ear, quickly coming out the other. To vocalize seemingly in one direction unless the role is reversed

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 9:41 AM UTC

kewayne-wadley

Situationship

In the question of reassurance. The single solemn response cannot always end with one that causes the most anxiety. The involvement of social media, random dm's, the arrangement of severed ties mended with one thing in mind. For these reasons insecurity deepens. Eventually things fall apart. It's not always about opening your mouth. There are other ways to be vocal. Silence becomes deafening. Defeating the purpose of awareness. Tempers quickly raise and often the things that aren't meant to be said come out. Echoing the loudest. Petty arguments, the excuses that lead us into the messages we're quick to hide. Despite how much time we've invested, the easiest thing to do is walk away. Anxiety becoming the fear that pushes us the furthest into ourselves. It's not always easy. Opening up, vocalizing a single woe that begins the journey of a thousand, if not more. If forced, we too begin to shut down and contemplate the single best thing. Being seen as selfish, self-centered. Quick burst that justifies wrongful intent with one that's right. It's all about support. Care & understanding. The saving grace that bonds the realization that either of us are perfect. That there are deeper issues at hand that seep far beyond. the way we see ourselves, whether we are too big. Too small, the things we find often too late, said behind our back. outside of everything else do you truly understand the quality of reassurance. the equivalent to the moment everything seems to come crashing down. The times any slight movement brings us down the most. Equally we both seek the same. The response reflects the moment. To defy standard and move to something meaningful. At a point, the question deserves an answer. Going in one ear, quickly coming out the other. To vocalize seemingly in one direction unless the role is reversed