My Deepest Truest Feelings
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Last published Thu, Jul 28, 2022
A collection of things I have written with a slowly healing broken heart (at least we're making some progress...)about my deepest truest feelings. Some of these might be a recent thought and feelings, some will be old, most of them will be new.
*Warning; I WILL be using some very...colourful words.*
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WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.Complete
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these are all true thoughts and feelings. they belong to me and I've decided to share them with you. in hopes that i will one day feel better. most of these will be about a boy. and the rest will be about me. please be kind.Complete
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She was his past. His "what-if." His unfinished chapter. He left without a word. No explanation. No goodbye. Just silence-cold, heavy, louder than any heartbreak could ever be. The truth came later, sharp and merciless: he had already found someone else. A new girl. A new life. And she-still trapped in the ruins of their love-was left with only questions that had no answers. She never hated him. Not truly. She hated the pain. The emptiness. The nights spent whispering his name into the darkness, hoping it would reach him somehow. She hated how her heart refused to let go, how her love-quiet, loyal, undying-remained, even when he was gone. Years passed. And then he returned. Mature. Changed. Sincere. The boy who had broken her had become a man carrying the weight of his mistakes after he knows the truth about her. Once, they had been reckless hearts, loving without knowing forever. Now, the same love returned-stronger, deeper, and more dangerous than ever. He was her peace in chaos, her truth in silence, the only man she had ever truly loved. And yet, she knew the truth: loving him again could destroy everything. It could break her all over again, or break the life he had now built. And still, the pull between them was irresistible, a force she could not deny. Her heart whispered the choice she would make, even as her mind screamed its warning. Some love-unfinished, eternal, impossible-refuses to be left behind. And she would follow it, knowing the regret that would haunt her for the rest of her life. When hearts-once they have found their other half-will chase it even into heartbreak. Even into ruin. True love is unstoppable and unconditional No matter where life leads, no matter the distance, when one heart trembles, the other reaches without hesitation- to embrace, to soothe, to whisper, "I AM ALWAYS HERE.""
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