histórias de Sadlovepoems

"Je t'aime trop de dire" is a collection of poems I wrote, about something I've experienced recently. Being screwed over by someone who lied when they said they loved you. I've been struggling a lot with coming to terms and accepting said person's lies and manipulative ways, so I think writing these poems has really helped me express myself in a healthy instead of knocking said person out with a sledgehammer, despite how much I would love to do that. They say, "what's bad for the heart is good for the art." So, enjoy my poems, I guess? ☁️ may contain foul language and sensitive topics ☁️

These are my poems during my teenage years....

Just some poems that I wrote

my simple place to vent.

sad poems because sometimes I'm too emotional and their about love some at least idk

love me?

This is a whole "book" with all my poems in it. I'm a unofficial poet/writer. I mostly write free verse. So don't judge.

a collection of my deepest fears

Oh, your all alone is a poetry book create with my deepest thoughts, most poems will consist of sadness and hopelessness.

Just some sad love, or just sad in general, poems I wrote as therapy

3 Woman inspired this story written in the form poems. It's about a drug addict who writes 3 open note love letters to 3 women. This is based on real events but the girls names were changed. Enjoy

too scared to let other's in... so this is as far as it gets

It's a poetry book that illustrates the struggle of girls and women in society (that includes family, friends, boys, teachers, strangers, ... ) and it's impact on them.

Written: October 5, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.