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poetry-byyourstruly · 3 hours ago
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I tell myself it doesn’t matter.
I know it won’t matter in five years,
but it matters now.
It hurts right now,
and I don’t want to keep
feeling this way.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 3 hours ago
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The more I write,
the more it seems that these thoughts I keep
so private to myself
are shared by so many more people
than I ever imagined.
Perhaps we can all find comfort
in that little thing.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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Some problems can be solved with
Hozier and late-night poetry.
There’s always something that
can be solved in this way.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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They’re only chemicals,
I remind myself.
They’re only chemicals produced as an
animal instinct,
a product of nature.
Chemicals don’t mean anything.
Chemicals can be broken down and
can decompose into the world.
Chemicals should not be causing me as
many problems as they are right now.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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I have never quite figured out what
is wrong with me at my core.
I have no problems attracting people to me.
They come quite readily,
with little effort on my part.
The issue is,
they never do seem to stay.
Nobody has chosen to stay.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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I choose to live in spite of my family.
I am going to love who I want, at the expense of
myself and my heart.
My voice is meant to be heard;
It will not remain silent.
I am not a person to be controlled.
I will live in spite of everyone telling me
who I am suppose to be.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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I am a living paradox.
I refuse to show my real emotions,
and yet they fill me up and cloud my vision.
I often feel a certain sadness in my veins,
and yet I laugh more than any of my friends.
I stopped believing in love a long time ago,
and yet it’s the one thing I want in the world,
the one thing that I never want to be without.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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There is no shame in being alone.
I find that I do quite well on my own.
I really am fine taking care of myself.
I know how to be gentle with myself
when I am sad,
and I know how to celebrate my joys.
But I don’t want to live life
only fine.
I want to be fully immersed
and obsessed,
over the moon for you.
I want to be better than fine,
and I want to be better than fine with you.
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poetry-byyourstruly · a day ago
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I never thought the day would come
when I forget the color of your eyes,
but stranger things have happened.
The day has finally come,
and I can find comfort in knowing
my heart has finally moved on.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 2 days ago
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I consider myself a rather
confident and brave individual,
And yet,
I have not ever found ability
to say everything I want to to you.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 4 days ago
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There are some people it’s worth
taking a risk on.
There are some people I wouldn’t mind
getting hurt by if it means feeling their love
for awhile.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 4 days ago
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It’s okay to be afraid.
It’s okay to not know what is waiting for you.
It’s okay to crave the ability to hide from
all pain that may come your way.
But no matter what,
it’s not okay to avoid every chance at happiness
simply for the fear of being hurt again.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 4 days ago
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The truth is that I know you’re afraid.
I know you refuse to get hurt like last time.
Your heart is tired,
and you won’t let anyone in to help you rest.
Love, don’t you know that not everyone
will leave you with the same pain?
Believe it or not,
there are people who will do
anything
to see you smile,
to see you happy.
I happen to be one of them.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 5 days ago
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Worms want only to have the moisture that
comes with the rain.
They emerge from the dark earth
to sit in the cool water.
They bask in the puddle,
a temporary haven.
But do the small beings understand
that they are to die too soon
if they do not return to the earth
before the sun comes?
Do they comprehend
the risks that they are taking
for a chance at what may only be
temporary happiness?
And do they choose to take the leap anyway?
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poetry-byyourstruly · 7 days ago
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I have been asked so many times
if I would go back
if I could.
It has taken me many months to
decide on an answer.
I will not return to what I had before.
No matter who asks,
I will say no to returning to the past.
I was happy there once,
but I could not be again.
I can never forget the response I received
when I needed help the most.
I can never forget the arguments
over things that should not be debated.
I cannot forget
as easily as my parents.
If I had the choice,
I will keep moving forward
to decide my own life.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 8 days ago
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My feelings lay,
surrounded by the gray
between shades of black and white.
Fight or flight
were the only proper responses.
But it is hard to tell the wants
from the future that will be.
I hope you find a map to me.
One day,
there will be a way.
Follow the yellow brick
to the homesick
friend
watching out the window,
keeping warm your pillow.
This journey has not yet reached the end.
I cannot pretend
that I do not hope to greet your heart
one day, however soon, we will restart.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 9 days ago
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In the end,
nothing ever does change.
Patterns begin,
and patterns only know how to repeat.
No blame can be placed,
patterns only know how to exist.
But in a pattern of endless blue,
I hoped to find another color just this once.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 9 days ago
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The world has an interesting way of reminding
me of the things that I already know.
Certain things are always to be expected.
It’s dangerous to forget,
to get too close.
Regardless,
there are Spotify playlists that exist for everything.
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poetry-byyourstruly · 11 days ago
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“Love”
He calls me
as my heart flutters and swoons.
If only he knew how
happy his words make me
and how I could lay in his arms for hours.
My love,
you have been my best friend for so long,
and now, our hearts flirt and our minds wander
off into the world, searching for a new adventure.
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