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i think the hardest
thing is coming to terms
with the fact that you
don't need me anymore.
(i don't have the right, but i am sad.)
thing is coming to terms
with the fact that you
don't need me anymore.
(i don't have the right, but i am sad.)
it's been a long time.
it's been so long. it's been so long. truthfully, i don't know what i'm doing right now. i'm in shock, i feel broken, i feel used, i feel guilty. like i wasn't enough. or like i was too much. it's been a long time since i was really here. i met somebody, i started to fall in love, i forgot what it felt like to need to write about the things that hurt because for a while, a lot of things didn't hurt so bad. some arguments, sure. some difficulty trusting, sure. but it was so good. i have to remember that. i have to remember. i was so happy. i was so happy. i met somebody, i started to fall in love, and for the first time in my life, i wasn't that scared. i wanted it to work so bad. i wanted to try, i wanted to try. i confessed. she reciprocated. we dated for a year. during this year, we starting planning. she was planning, too. how we'd move out together, get a little apartment, be. close. be close. be together. we were long distance, and it was hard. we started planning. i swear,
yikes!!!
was trying to write a poem just now and all i have down is 'how can i reach her?' and i keep like. trying to go from there i keep trying to add but all i'm doing is hurting like everything just aches i feel it in my teeth it rings in my jaw and tightens my fingers and i just. like. can't? you know? like it just hurts and i keep staring at that line and i don't have the answer i don't have the answer how can i reach her? like please i am just trying to figure it out jhkdsfhdkjgjfdjkh
well...
just wrote a stream of consciousness poem for the first time in about a year just wrote my first piece of lit of anything for the first time in about a year it's a lot. it's not enough. i don't know what i'm feeling it's been so long that i don't think these hands are mine. i watched them type but i don't think they're mine. i think i've forgotten how to do something i love. i don't know
i'm back
kind of a little bit maybe
i'm trying
i miss poetry and i'm trying
i hope everyone's been well!! i'm getting to some comments i missed, but sometimes i keep them for a bit and reread them, so forgive me !! but feel free to come chat, tell me about your day!!! if you're lonely. or if you're not. i'm here anyway.
❤️
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Ah but I have been sad and broken over someone I had... I loved... but was not mine I in the end had no right to. The heart doesn't recognize property lines...even tho it should