Poetry
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I miss the version of me that believed effort could make people stay
The sky always looks the softest right before sunrise.
I think people do, too…. ✨
As the years passed by, he stopped wanting to be loved. It is strange, considering that was all he had ever wanted.
Loving and being loved in return is one of the greatest gifts life can give you. Not the forced kind. Not the confused kind. Not the kind that leaves you questioning your worth. I’m talking about love that meets you where you are, chooses you without games, and gives your heart a safe place to breathe.
I’ve been through times when I felt helpless, hopeless, vulnerable, miserable…
But I picked myself up without any help knowing what’s there worst could happen…
I might could die…
So what?
We’re all supposed to die one day…
The world moves on regardless…
So what I’m exactly trying to save myself for if I have make myself ready to die?
And I put everything on table after realizing that…
Health, wealth, comfort, peace…
I was ready to burn down everything if needed…
But I refuse to sit in the corner and wait to die slowly…
The graveyards are full of people who played it safe…
They’re just as dead as crazy ones…
Probably deader…
Question: Tell me reader, do I sound like an extremist?
“It's better to lose someone who can't wait to respect your boundaries,
than to lose yourself trying to make them stay.”
(Kejora.in.silence)
There is no overlap in the way we love
We can’t make room for one another
When I didn't ask for a Flower 🌹, the Whole world became a garden 🏡
yet when I saught a flower 🌹, every Bloom turned into a thorn