I had enough reasons to not love you but my heart skipped a beat when it saw you.
It slipped and fell right into your hands when we stayed up all night to talk.
Talk about nothing and everything.
And every time I wanted to say I love you I choked, my throat closed up, I got nervous and my hands trembled.
I Almost said it. I... I like You
I want you
I crave you.
I ache for you.
I found multiple variations of it but never really saying 'I love you'.
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"I love you but..., " He said.
And I felt my heart shatter, the vase my mum brought broke and I could hear its sound miles away.
My hand clenched into a fist,
a reminder for my heart to be strong,
to continue beating,
to do what it's supposed to,
to just keep beating.
Strength turned into resolve.
It's okay I don't love you.
It's okay I don't care anymore.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poetry'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
