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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

• In Which He Tries To Move On • 20 Days 20 Feelings 20 Unexplained reasons And a broken hearted boy Will he be able to move on? Or things will turn out to be more difficult for him? * * * ❝ You found my heart, Inked your name on it, Chained me to your love, Fixed me with your taste, But then...you stopped. And everything fell apart. ❞

words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

I've tried to release this pain in so many different ways; But writing about you seems to be one of my faves. I don't understand how I find closure When I know it only lasts until the poem is over. Somehow it feels like some sort of imaginary relief to my reality. As if, the pain I feel only exists until the words are free. I know how crazy it may seem Because the heartbreak will always be there; And I will never un-feel what you've done to me.

If you really want to know the pain and heartbreak you put me through, this is for you. I know you will never want to know what you did to me. It's easier for you to just forget about it and act like it never even happened. Unfortunately I cannot forget. Here's everything anyway, for my sake. #11 in poetry #1 in heartbreakpoems #1 in poems #1 in sadpoems

Tacenda (n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence "My poems were as deep as the heart they were written with. "Poetry is what the heart says when the mouth can't speak." Copyright © RavishingPoet 2018 [Highest In Poetry - #133] [December 16, 2017 - ]

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Love is not perfect always. It is in it's own way. But the feel can never vanish. It is like a mark from a permanent marker. Life is nothing without love. Love is nothing without heart. But the words we speak, It breaks the heart. This is a story about how a pure love is broken with the unintentional words spoke.

𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some about books and some about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 #2 poetry 20.09.2024 #6 poem 18.09.2024 #1 poetic 10.04.2023 #14 poem 14.03.2023 #1 rhyme 08.12.2022 #11 drowning 27.11.2022

A collection of poems from the heart due to unexpected absence of loved ones. Missing You Copyright 2020 All Rights Reserved Start: April 17,2020 End: September 17,2020