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darkness-in-love · 8 months

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24 November 2022

the fact of the matter is,

you were supposed to stay.

you were supposed to be there for me

when things went bad.

i stayed, i would have stayed through anything.

but you were different.

you saw it getting bad

and decided you didn't love me anymore.

decided this was too much for you.

and left.

you left me to fend for myself.

a puppy who didn’t know the way,

stumbling and clinging onto whoever feeds it.

getting tricked into giving my all

only to be kicked by those who find it funny.

i trusted you,

now what?

#bpd #heartbreak #poetry #spilled ink #favourite person #borderline #abandonment #abandoment issues #breakup #pain #hurt poetry #sad poetry #angry #angry poem #angry poetry #hate #upset #borderline personality disorder #relationships

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aceing-is-writing · 2 months

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I'm not even aromantic but

I'm considering becoming loveless.

I'm so sick of people

using that word to hurt me.

I'm so sick of that word

being used to commit terrible things.

I'm sick of that word.

I want nothing to do with your love.

I don't think it means

what you think it does

but I think it means

exactly what you do

and I don't want any part of it.

I don't care if you love me.

You don't get to hurt me.

#poetry #spilled ink #hurt poetry #spilled thoughts

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tattooedechoes · 1 year

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Bambi

I heard from somewhere

That dogs can recognise

When you aren’t there

And look for you

when they’re scared.

.

And all I can think about

Is if you were looking for me

That day

If you were scared

And didn’t know where I was

And the thought of that

Has haunted me since.

The thought of you

Afraid

Hurting

Looking for me

But I’m not there

And I never would be again.

.

For months after

That thought would crash in

Riding the waves of grief

That losing you had brought me.

Because not only were you gone

But I hadn’t been there.

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I will forever hate covid

For taking me from you,

For keeping me locked

In a different state,

In a different house,

Where I couldn’t get the chance

To really say goodbye

To hold you and comfort you

As you slipped away.

.

A piece of my soul

Left with you that day.

I know you had to go,

That it was peaceful,

That you were home,

With everyone else.

I just wish I had been there too.

Then maybe I would find some peace.

.

You would have been 14 this month

But I lost you at 11.

Most of the time it doesn’t hurt

But today it does.

#poetry #poetry i guess #emotional poetry #hurt poetry #pet loss #pet death

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lonelypoetandiknowit · 1 year

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Don’t let them shame you into being quiet about what they did to you.

If they didn’t want you to speak of it they shouldn’t have done it.

If they try to silence you,

Make them bleed.

“Burn them to the ground with the truth of your survival” by A.E

#poems #spilled poetry #i wish to spill my poems #poems on tumblr #spilled ink #poetry #hurt poetry #make them bleed #they are not worth it #the silence #motavation #quotes #life inspo #inspiration #motavational

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ryskyourheart · 1 year

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When feeling loved is about more than waiting for someone to come along and pick you up,

But about being able to pick yourself up too, dust off the pain, and keeping working for you,

It feels like it's all for nothing.

I don't know if I can ever love me, so I think that means I can never truly be loved. Or at least I'll never truly be ready for it, as much as I feel like I want it.

Maybe someone still wants to fix someone broken, but nobody deserves to have to do that.

You say 'i can fix them' but honey, that's never been your job. Let yourself be happy and live a life full of joy and laughter and wonder.

They can fix themselves. Maybe.

And if they can't, then it will be okay, because not everyone needs to be fixed.

It hurts so bad, but I will try to heal. I don't think I'm someone who can be fixed, but that's just because my breaks are more like little cracks and chips.

I am full of the small imperfections that you ignore; the nick in the spoon from getting stuck in the disposal, the crack in the bowl from where it fell not far enough to break, the piece missing from the outside of the cup that is too thick to affect the quality.

Some of these things show my resilience, but some of them are just the straws building up until they finally break the back of my camel.

I don't always know what each of them are, but I know I live in fear of the day that the crack gives way, and the slow leak you can wipe away becomes a spill, a drain, and you have to throw the whole thing away.

Maybe I need some kintsugi, but maybe the glaze is cracked and I'm already gone, I just don't know it yet.

I'm just a bleeding cup, a day-old rice container, soup that's sat out all night and gained a skin. It's already ruined. It can't be saved.

I can't be saved.

I can't be loved.

Especially by me.

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digital-cameras-4life · 1 year

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"Diaphragm"

I can feel my diapragm

Well.

I feel like a can

Moving up and down

To keep my body working right

But is it working right

What explains the sharp pain

In my ribs and my chest

It hurts so much.

Are my ribs hitting my lungs?

Is that why?

Is my chest too close together?

Is that why?

What is wrong with me?

I have no idea what is.

-Maxwell 2023

#poems #poetry #teen angst #diaphragm #hurt poetry #my body aches

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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The vomit in my soul is yours. I'm running out of gum for you. I don't think I can forgive you for how many packs I've wasted on you.

Either get with it, or get out of the way.

#word vomit #writing #hurt poetry #word picture #heartbreak #poetry #anger #theres a war inside me #it wont go away #love me #go away #word art #frustration

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yourlocalupsetpoet · 2 months

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Little Robot

I am a little robot

Touch my skin

Look into my dead eyes

Inspect my wires

Deep inside there's a heart

I don't know why it won't work

Maybe if I was human it would

I am a little robot

I can't read those hidden words

I crave to know what you do

To feel the comradary that you do

I am a little robot

Dig into my wires

Dig deep into the chest plate

Into the cavity underneath

Wrap your human hand around my heart

Make it warm

Make me just like you

Make me human

I am a little robot

I want to be a little human

Please

Make me human

#original poem #shitty poetry #robot poetry #yourlocalupsetpoet #vent poetry #hurt poetry

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flimythings · 1 month

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"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"

-filmythings

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baby-girl-aaron-dessner · 6 months

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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma.

He was born and raised in Al-Shaboura Palestinian Refugee Camp, in the Gaza Strip. He lives there to this day. Before Israel’s latest war crimes, he worked as a school teacher and writer.