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lesweetweirdo · 8 months

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My mother's love is service

She doesn't know how to stop

Always giving without hesitation

Never knowing when is enough

My mother's love is excessive

To the point it suffocates

That things starts to get blurry

Where love inevitably turns into hate

Therefore, my mother's love is pain

For both those who are involved

And I think I inhereted some of her

Since we were carved in the same mold

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onceuponaweirdo · 30 days

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"it's easy to feel scared of the things we want to do. i still got a lot of growing to do, but it's ok, i'll grow. and maybe you won't be there anymore. maybe you will. who knows? maybe we'll meet someday and you'll smile and i'll run into your arms and we'll believe that life was readying us for that moment. but until then, i'll keep on growing"

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edwardian-masquerade · 2 years

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"And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone."-The Song of Achilles

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writingthethoughtsaway · 7 months

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“With my entire heart I hope that this is the end. And with my entire heart, I hope that we will never end.”

- S. C. C.

#brokenheart #losing friends #spilled thoughts #writing #spilled words #spilled poetry #spilled think #spilled ink #spilled writing #quote #poem #excerpt from a book i'll never write #breaking #painful poetry #hate goodbye

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poetry-of-the-fa11en · 2 months

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i figure they have too much faith in me

"if anyone can do it you can"

just because i might be able to

doesn't mean i should have to

i don't think that ever occurred to them

--j

#the fallen speak #original poetry #creative writing #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #writeblr #writing #trauma #painful poetry

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arandomdumbass · 5 months

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Might not wake up tomorrow, you know?

It’s the feeling of having so much love to give that it pours out of you, burning like fire because it wants to warm someone else. But everyone else was already warm, and they didn’t want it. It’s the feeling of dying with so much love to give it hurts, of loving so deeply that annoying them is worse than a bullet wound, but no matter what you do, that’s the best you can be, an annoyance. It’s being afraid of them not remembering, of them not knowing you, where they only remember your bad and then any good you had, it just gets washed away. It’s the feeling of wanting to hug them until you die, of wanting to pour your love out for them, to warm them one last time, but now, there’s no one to give it to. So it turns back and hurts you, you reach out, but all you get is ice and bitterness. You’re surrounded by cold, praying for someone to give your heat to. Or maybe, just maybe, someone to give you a bit of theirs. The line feels so blurry sometimes.

You just want to be loved.

Sounds so deceptively simple doesn't it?

You haven't found anyone that can fill that role, but that is normal it's going to feel like that for a while.

It hurts a lot. I can’t breathe when I think about it, so I don’t. It’s too easy to delude myself to not think. But it’s so cold all the time, it’s boiling hot in my room and I’m shivering. My hearts so cold, and I don’t know how to warm it. It naws at me, eating away my soul and my insides like some sort of animal I can’t feed. It hurts too much to stop, I’m scared of what’ll happen if I do. I’m driving on a road that’s collapsing as I go, and I’m nearly out of gas.

#hurt/comfort #hurtful poetry #painful poetry #original poem #just thinking #just thoughts

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jellyfish-jadeite · 22 days

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I Am Not My Mother.

She tells me she wishes I was not her,

But I share her hatred,

And her need to get wasted.

She hates half of me,

The parts I cannot change.

I'm sorry for your mistakes,

"I'll try better this time."

She loves me for who I am.

She loves that I am a mirror of her,

A vessel she can steal.

In the end, I am my mother's daughter.

I mimic her smile,

And her tendency to lose faith.

#painful poetry #poetry #// jade writes #i fucking hate my mom #mommy issues

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confusionmultiplied · 1 month

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You Will Not Destroy The New Life I Have Built

I saw your shadow again last night

It cast itself over my face

Hidden beneath the hands

Of a man who knows no space

I felt your presence again last night

Burrowed in my heart

Feeding on the nurtured fear

That rips my mind apart

I heard the sound of your voice again

As I ache to be set free

Calling me to relive the past

In someone new to hurt me

-n.d

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lonelypoetandiknowit · 1 year

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I am sitting in my room, listening to sad songs with tears streaming down my face.

A voice in my head groans, demanding that I stop crying because I’m being pathetic and dramatic.

I begin to sniffle, ready to suck up my sadness and save it for another day, when this cruel woman is tired and sad too.

But instead, my sadness turns to anger.

The anger of my mother and my mother’s mother.

The anger of all women who are told they are dramatic for crying and being anything less than happy.

We are permitted to be sad.

It is a human right.

I was born already weeping for my daughter.

For the world she will be born into.

For the things she will have to face and experience.

If you expect me not to show that, you are a damn fool.

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voicesandthoughts · 1 year

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How can you love someone that hurt you

How can I be so afraid of letting go

but for abuse, there is no true afterglow

these new supports you've built will never hold up

saying it's all in my head, but it crumbles down every time

pretend it's not real time and time again

but I can feel it every time I go to bed and haunting everywhere I've ever been

rage builds out of sorrow and I can't see why I'm the only one who mourns that little girl

the schoolgirl that knew she deserved to be treated like a pearl

that was before she knew, and before your hand on her grew

the rag her mind became was soaked in tears and drains out twisted years

She should have been so, so, much, but I'm collecting evidence for a police report instead

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On repeat lately -

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lesweetweirdo · 2 months

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What is this heavy weight in my heart?

What is this horrible feeling in my throat?

It's like a whisper saying:

"I am love. This is love."

Is this really how love feels like?

So heavy,

So painful.

Like a disease I want to claw out of myself.

I love you.

It's beautiful.

It's ugly.

Horrible.

Horrendous.

Nicest person I know,

Yet you easily broke my heart.

How could you?

How could I let you?

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davincilouelle · 5 months

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𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔁…

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psychonerdincoming · 6 months

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#writing #romance #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #love #foryou #poem #prose #foryoupage #lost love #first love #painful poetry #poetry #original poem #Spotify

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writingthethoughtsaway · 4 months

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“It was always going to hurt

When I fell from such a high place

It was always going to hurt

When I stopped seeing your face

It was always going to hurt

when we said goodbye

But none of that changed how hard I’ve cried.”

- S. C. C.

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poetry-of-the-fa11en · 1 month

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pick at the marks on your face to get the tears in your eyes that you haven't seen since you last considered yourself a kid

avoid simple pain relief to let your stomach punish you for things only you believe you deserve

dig your nails into your skull so as to sink them into the mind that has let you down one too many times

let the idea of suffering become the first and last tangible desire of your numbed existence

-- j

#the fallen speak #original poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #poetry #writing #poets on tumblr #creative writing #poetic #writeblr #painful poetry #self harm #pain #mental health #physical health

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arandomdumbass · 3 months

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Words I could never say

Look at me. LOOK AT ME. I didn’t fall in love because I saw your good and loved it then. I saw your mind, your smile, and your laugh, and I love them as I do all of you.

But I couldn’t love you because of them. I love you because I saw your darkness, that dark part of your soul no one likes to get close to. I saw that part of your past, present and future, and I loved it more than I could love my life.

I didn’t love you because I found peace in you, but because my monsters did. Your light complimented my shadows, and your darkness fit perfectly with my light.

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Don’t tell me not to watch you cry, don’t push me away from the pain in your heart. Tears come from love that was shattered, dreams and hopes that were broken, and sweet words that grew thorns to blood you.

Let me see your anguish. Let me drown in the ocean of your tears. Let me collect the pieces of your heart that fell into it and build a mosaic of your love. Let me give you your love wrapped in mine, your heart healed with pieces of mine. I would break my heart if it meant yours would heal.

#painful poetry #painful love #original poem #story i’ll never write

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