I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡

Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

A very sad, very freely written and poetic, very introspective recollection of lost love and all the confusion and pain it caused and the subsequent search for one's self once the other half is gone.

~For Her~ Tears roll down my cheeks as I run as fast as my legs can take me. I don't where I am going, maybe looking for a place I can finally call home. I hear footsteps closing up behind me and try to run faster. I turn a sharp left that lead to an isolated alley and hide behind a rusty old trash can. I catch my breath and just when I thought I was safe somebody puts a cloth around my mouth and nose. I know who it is and what this cloth contains and so I hold my breath. "Fucking breathe you little bitch!" Vincent says, I shake my head and continue to hold my breath. Then he kicks my rib and I am forced to breath in. After that everything goes black. ~~~~~~~~~ This book is about a girl named Leila Reed who has had a very rough past, and just when she is about to have a normal life again, she meets SEXY GUY. He is also known as Blake Doherty, who is only kind and caring to the ones he wants to be and of course his family. This is a love story between Leila and Blake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains cursing, mature content and is slightly cliche. You have been warned so read at your own risk.

sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you are not enough for the one person who is more than enough for you. ~~an older book of poetry~~ february 27th 2018- september 5th, 2018 special thanks to @avadel for the gorgeous cover hr: #1 in poems 7/22/19 #1 in sadpoems 9/1/19

You were my First Love; toxic, unhealthy for my state. But i learned Love from you; you taught me what it meant to spend nights crying at the edge of my bed and how it felt to really smile. ************************* This is a collection of poetry for one series- love, pain, toxicity, heartbreak and memory. This is the first experience at love I had. I share with you my experiences, my thoughts, my recollections, my struggle and everything I felt. If you grew up having been deprived of love and then suddenly found yourself carrying what seems like the world's amount of love for someone else- I don't doubt you won't be able to relate, at one point in this poetry book you'll find yourself in me. ******* #1 in heartstrings/43 (6th september) #3 in nostalgia (20th march) #15 in poems/5.7k (11th september) #4 in experience (30th November) #5 in journal (june 2019) #2 in deep (june 2019)

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"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

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