"A grade 10 student who's falls in love with her older brother's friend.

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***COMPLETED*** He was never mine. That was the problem. This isn't a love story, at least not yet. It's a collection of diary entries written in the middle of it all. Late night thoughts, half finished feelings, and moments that meant everything but were never named. Somewhere between confessions, lingering touches, and conversations that went on too long to be "just friends," I started writing things I could never say out loud. Everyone else could see what it looked like. But nothing was ever official enough to hold onto, and nothing ever lasted long enough to break cleanly either. So I wrote instead. Because loving someone who acts like they might choose you, until they don't, is one thing. Pretending it doesn't stay with you is another.

Maybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just a collection of short stories and poems by a sad teenager.

Not a recovery book....🫶🏼 Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask.

Stephen Chbosky once said, "We accept the love we think we deserve." This is not just a collection of poems but my feelings compiled together ♥ Enjoy!

Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems // 2/13/20} {Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!}

Thoughts at midnight. Love. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Encouragement.

Write poetry or do not, there is no try

I think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.