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Some loves do not end. They remain as habits. As scars. As the person you become when no one is watching. This book is about what survives after mercy, and the quiet ways obsession teaches you to kneel.Some loves do not end. They remain as habits. As scars. As the person you become when no one is watching. This book is about what survives after mercy, and the quiet ways obsession teaches you to kneel. This is my first time posting my work on any platform~(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧. I would love to hear your thoughts on my work ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉ~ *all the photo credits to their owners. I downloaded them from pinterest..so if it's yours please comment I'll add pic credits

A collection of writings, (the things I've written till now) Also consists of raw emotions, suicidal thoughts, self destructive behavior, cruelty and others. Writing is my way of surviving in this cruel world.

"texts i wrote but never sent" is a heartbreakingly honest poetry collection told like a story - raw, modern, and painfully real. These aren't just poems. They're the messages you typed and deleted, the memories you relive in silence, and the pain you never admitted out loud. Split into five parts - from the first red flag to the final goodbye - this book takes you through the phases of loving someone who never really loved you back. Written in a modern style, each page feels like a text from your past self - the one who stayed too long, felt too deeply, and finally chose to let go. If you've ever loved someone who didn't deserve you... This is the closure you never sent.

Every night, I stand beneath the same moon, tracing memories of a love that slipped through my fingers. And sometimes, when the world goes quiet, the moon whispers: "Who made you stare at me like that?"

A raw and emotional tribute to the kind of love that transforms, anchors, and heals. This poem is for anyone who's ever found their calm in another soul , a love that endures distance, embraces flaws, and becomes home. "You're not just my love, you're my calm, my chaos, my forever."

Her Hands Held My World. In Her Presence, I Grew. The Woman Behind My Strength. For the One Who Stayed. My First Home, My Forever Heart. The Quiet Hero of My Story

Heartbreaks, regrets and what ifs.

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Ranking #1 among stories by Ugandan authors #Uganda 15/11/22 Tying the knot should be (and must be) the most exciting experience of any woman's life. However, married to the most selfish man in the world? It seems like the knot is tied around your neck--tight--and not your ring finger. Marriage should be fun. Marriage should be love. Marriage should not suck. It does for her. It sucks bad. And she's stuck! "She is an old soul whose wounds show. With more arrows he pierced through them wounds, straight to her heart and twisted. She is an old, wounded and broken soul. He chose a better life over them. As long as he felt good, so what if they were broken and hungry?" She wants to keep being his, she will keep being his but with a broken heart! He loves himself way too much to squeeze her in. He finds her lodged deep inside too far gone to redeem himself. An anthology of a young woman who suffers for love after its too late to change anything. Stuck! A Broken Angel ❤️. **** Beautiful cover by @I-imagine-dragons check out her graphics shop @graphicsfina❤️🤗 Won 2nd place in the @superscribbler awards ❤️

poems on grief, abandonment, and change. There's poetry in here somewhere; Somewhere between the man the girls followed down the street, And the taxi driver they wanted to kiss from the back seat. Somewhere amongst the girls kissing on the screen, And the girls sitting in the canteen, There's a poem lively enough to break Words out of the girl who sat awake- Leaning out of the window thinking, There's a poem out there somewhere, One where it doesn't matter if I break the rhyme scheme, Because it's better than bending words to the extreme. -r

backwards, you pour and you pour on me sand on my lips and the outbursts of your heart. i will have you whole. (in me, my dreams and you.)

A tender piece capturing the quiet persistence of love long after goodbye. Some touches don't fade. Some stares remain. Some hearts never let go.

i hope you like my poetry !! 🧸 i will post more if I feel like it, stay well 🧋 poem: nostalgia written by: stolenheartxx 🪴 love and blessings

Ethereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to have their own take on my poems. Cover made by the wonderfully talented SueLou66 ❤️ New banner courtesy @FireOpalDani ❤

It's the little things that are more significant

I heard the whispers as I lay, with dread The gruesome screams of figures I created Exceedingly painful, calling cries for help Of the invisible beings scolding me with fire I couldn't run, there was no escape Nor a light at the end of this dark labyrinth The shadows and their red piercing eyes was all I could see I wished I could run, but there's no escaping the words within of me.

Go on and read this poem, then tell me how it goes. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 🎊🎊🎊

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