I have no patience for pain,
the kind that sneaks in disguised as love,
whispers in sweet tones
but stings like betrayal.
I’ve danced with sorrow too many times,
held it close enough
to feel its sharp teeth.
So I’ll leave before the bruises form,
before the apologies start—
because darling, I’m tired
of hurting in your name.
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Unbroken Heart
PoetryEchoes of an unbroken heart: A Collection of Romantic Woes Is a poignant collection of my poems that explores the bittersweet essence of love and longing. Each piece unveils the struggles, uncertainties, and profound emotions that accompany romanti...
