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I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

People stayed far from you, the rare one yet my hand brushed you, and I witnessed the fragile bliss they never saw.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

Sunset comes and goes but I remain next to you.

When a merman falls in love, deep thoughts and he would even drowned by his own subtle words. Just to express his agony, sacrifice and pain for his girl. More on tragic-loves, friendships, about Earth and family-related poetry and proses will be read. Stay tuned. Hope y'all get related to all of my masterpieces. -urlivingmerman (still in editing process) ----- most impressive ranking: (02/11/22) #1 - acrostic (02/11/22) #2 - wattpadpoetry (01/06/23) #1 - wattpadpoetry (01/07/23) #14 - poetry (out of 310k stories)

This is not a story about heartbreak. It's about the girl who chose her dream when love asked her to stop dreaming. Everyone talks about the one who was left behind. No one listens to the one who had to walk away. This is for every girl who loved deeply, yet chose herself quietly.

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

A compilation of poems written by me in no specific order. DISCLAIMER: Some poems and/or topics may be too sensitive for certain audiences and/or children.

I feel everything more than I admit.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I'd weather every storm just to guard you.

this is a collection of poems that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍

I watch the sands vanish, blinking away my own existence.

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

A poetry collection that's all about metaphysical love

Poems for the lost, the dreamers, and those still learning to bloom. Here you will find stanzas stitched from dreams, verses that blur the line between waking and wandering, poems that speak of breaking and becoming. Written in the language of stars and shadows, This collection explores what it means to lose yourself, to unearth fragments of beauty in the ruins, and to rise again, softer but stronger. For the dreamers. For the seekers. For anyone still learning to grow through the dark. 🌌

⚠️⛔️Warning you might need a handkerchief if you deeply relate.⛔️⚠️ Some stories end with goodbye. Others end with silence. Not Delivered is a collection of poems about the kind of love that lingers - love that almost was, but never fully arrived. It's about being the text left on read, the one who cared too much, and the heartbreak of giving your all to someone who only gave you pieces. These poems speak to the quiet pain of being unseen, of red flags dressed as butterflies, of waiting for answers that never came. But within the ache is strength - a slow reclaiming of self, honesty, and healing. If you've ever loved someone who didn't love you back the same way, this is for you. You are not alone.