The Poetry of Us

The Poetry of Us

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It was a cloudy day and a guy came up to me and asked. Look at the sky and tell me what you see. I see him and I see myself. I answered back. Both of you aren't dead?? It's not about what you just see. It's what you can understand, beyond what you're trying to seek. You see, he is the Sun. And the blue sky, is like my mind. It's full of him. What about at night? What would you see beyond? I would see stars, the darkness and the moon. Where is he there? The other side. So, what is there to understand? That I should know where I stand. I'm the moon, he's the sun. We can never be together, because it will never be undone. Me being a world apart to him, we cannot change what is already written.We cannot change what is bound to happen. We're not made for each other. But I'll still love him, even though he now loves another. Cause the sun and moon, cannot be together. Because the world would lose balance and I cannot be selfish, for what I just love. I knew, I'd lose him and I can't always have what I've always loved and wanted. Not everything is bound to be in the palm of my hand. That's why I lost everything in the end, when his hand slipped to mine. And all I could do was close my eyes and say I still wish you were mine.
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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