brokenbutterfly9698

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I SHOULD HATE YOU.

The ledger's open, etched in pain, A tally of the wrongs you've done. By logic's light, it's stark and plain, My hatred's flame should brightly run.

Each broken promise, whispered lie, Each careless wound you failed to mend, Presents a case, a reason why This bitterness should know no end.

I should despise you, feel the sting Of nurtured anger, deep and true. Let resentment take its wing, And poison every thought of you.

But something shifts, a stubborn tide, A current runs against the flow. Despite the hurt you cannot hide, My heart, perverse, refuses "no."

Perhaps it's memory's gentle hand, That softens edges, smooths the harsh. Or empathy I can't withstand, That sees the darkness in your march.

Or maybe, simply, I can't bear To let the darkness win the fight. To build a wall, a fortress there, And lose the glimmer of your light.

So I am trapped, a prisoner bound, By feelings reason can't explain. Where hatred should be fertile ground, A stubborn love still dares to reign.

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I HATE YOU!!!

Perhaps it's pain that fuels the fire, A burning need to stand up higher. Perhaps it's fear, a desperate plea, To break the chains that bind me, free.

This hate, a storm inside my soul, Demands release, demands control. But in its depths, a whisper lies, Of what was lost behind your eyes.

I hate you now, with all my might, But darkness cannot conquer light. And someday, maybe, I will see, A path to healing, far from thee.

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Enough For Her.

The shadow stretches, long and deep, A canvas painted in self-doubt's sleep. Each flaw magnified, a glaring light, Erasing all the good, obscuring bright.

The inner critic, sharp and cruel, Sings a song of failure, playing the fool. Mistakes replayed, a constant sting, Whispering you're unworthy, incapable to bring Anything of value, anything of worth, Just another disappointment, fresh from the earth.

You twist and turn beneath the weight, Convinced your fate is sealed, a losing state. The world outside, a mocking show, Where everyone succeeds, while you fall low.

Then, a voice, a gentle hand, Reaching out across the barren land. A simple truth, a quiet plea, "You're not as terrible as you think you see."

The words, a balm upon a wounded soul, Beginning to mend, to make you whole. A glimmer of hope, a fragile start, To quiet the demons clawing at your heart.

Perhaps the shadow bends a little less, Perhaps the flaws recede, with gentleness. For in that moment, clarity takes hold, And a different story starts to unfold.

Not perfect, no, but striving still, With courage, hope, and strength of will. You're not as terrible as you thought you were, And maybe, just maybe, that's enough, for her.

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THICK AND THIN.

The promise echoed, a silver chime, "Through everything, I'll be there in time." A whispered oath, a hand held tight, Guiding me through the darkest night.

"With anything," you vowed so clear, "My back is yours, banish all fear." A fortress strong, a loyal guard, Shielding my heart from any scar.

The words, like gems, I held so dear, Through shifting sands, year after year. They were the compass, the steady flame, Whispering comfort in your name.

But echoes fade, and shadows grow, And promises wither, soft and slow. Is the fortress crumbled, the guard asleep? Or did I dream a promise too deep?

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WHEN THE FATHER'S IN THE ROOM.

The road is long, a dusty track,

Where choices made have led them back.

The prodigals, with shame and dread,

Return to where they once were fed.

With empty hands and hollowed eyes,

They seek a truth, a sweet surprise.

For burdens lift, and spirits mend,

When broken hearts find grace to bend.

The helpless cry, a whispered plea,

A fragile hope for them to see.

A light appears, a guiding star,

To lead them from where shadows are.

For in the depths of their despair,

A gentle hand reaches in to care.

And whispers soft, "You are not lost,"

Whatever price, whatever cost.

Love breathes and stirs, a vibrant thing,

On silent wings, it starts to sing.

The air is charged, a sacred space,

A warmth and comfort in this place.

For when the Father's in the room,

Dispelling darkness, chasing gloom,

Forgiveness flows, a healing tide,

And love's embrace cannot be denied.

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Don't turn off my light then complain about my darkness.

You clipped my wires, dimmed my inner sun, A flick of the wrist, the damage done. My luminescence, once a vibrant gleam, Faded to shadows, a half-forgotten dream.

You choked the flame, extinguished the spark, Left me stumbling blindly in the dark. You silenced the music, stole the sweet refrain, And built a fortress around my growing pain.

But now you whisper, a fretful, plaintive sound, Complaining of the shadows all around. You mourn the brightness, the light you used to see, Oblivious to the architect, and that architect was thee.

Don't lament the darkness, the absence of the day, When you yourself commanded it to stay. You cast the spell, you conjured up the night, So don't complain of darkness, when you stole my light.

If you long for dawn, for radiance to ignite, Then first, rebuild the pathways, rekindle the light. Remove the barriers, release the inner spark, And maybe, just maybe, you'll find your way out of the dark.

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You loved me like a flower

the ones you leave to die

instead of loving me wild you kept me locked away

i want you to see what it does to her

when you let a flower grow bu i didn't get the chance

i will not blame it all on you

I'll let you take me away

Because i find you beautiful too

it is true you broke me

i still wish you well

I hope i was beautiful before you watched my petals fall

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LET GO!!!!

Hold on they said

you are flower in the breeze

look what the winds of change have done to these autumn leaves

hold on for the last gust to dance on through

so i held on

that is how i know you are strong they said

but not until i wilted did they see something wrong

I thought holding on was a sign of bravery

but when winds of change blow

sometimes it is braver to let go .

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Proud of You.

The sun may rise, the stars may gleam, Through joy and sorrow, life's swift dream, Through winding paths, both rough and clear, One constant truth will hold you dear.

For as long as breath fills my soul, And life within me takes its toll, Across the years, a steady light, I'll witness you, and see you right.

In triumphs sung, and battles won, Beneath the moon, beneath the sun, In quiet moments, small and deep, The promises your heart will keep.

And even when you stumble, fall, And shadows stretch to cover all, My faith in you will never fade, A banner proudly long displayed.

So face the world with courage bold, Let stories of your life unfold, For as long as I am here, it's true, You'll always have someone so proud of you.

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The Ocean .

The ocean breathes, a vast and salty lung, And I, a splinter on its rolling tongue. It whispers secrets in a hissing foam, Of depths uncharted, a watery tomb.

The waves, they rise, a glittering, green wall, And threaten to engulf, to take it all. My fragile self, adrift in boundless blue, A tiny speck, with nothing left to do.

The ocean roars a lesson, stark and cold, That some things cannot be possessed or sold. That egos crumble 'neath the crashing tide, And pride is swallowed, leaving naught to hide.

For I have learned, from boundless, churning sea, To drown in wonders, larger far than me. To let ambition sink, and striving cease, And find a solace in a fragile peace.

The ocean teaches, in its rhythmic pain, To lose myself, and be reborn again. To face the vastness, unafraid to fall, And drown in all that's bigger than us all.

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Wrong Turn

I got lost on the path of happiness

took a wrong turn on the path of regret

and i found myself walking through memories

that i would give anything to forget

they grew out of the cracks in the sidewalk

found their way up the bricks on the wall

with thorns so sharp they threatened to pierce my heart

should i fall

these memories spread outwards

until they can no longer be seen

but as i began to study some closer

i found something nestled between

tucked under all the brambles

pieces of proof that proved

my life wasn't just made of things that were rotten

these flowers had slowly been growing

when i only remembered my thorns

as i stumbled back on the highway

now i know there was so much more to learn

but in a world that is terrified of failing

i was glad i made a wrong turn .

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Guess I Wasn't Worth the Fight .

The battlefield lies silent now, No clash of steel, no battle cry. Just echoes of a promise bowed, A question hanging in the sky.

I thought we built a fortress strong, A bond that winds could never tear. I sang our love in every song, And banished every rising fear.

But somewhere in the shifting sand, The flags of hope began to fall. You dropped your weapon from your hand, And turned your back upon the wall.

The silence screams a bitter truth, A wound that time may never mend. You deemed me less than fleeting youth, A battle you could not defend.

I guess I wasn't worth the fight, A casualty you left behind. And in the fading, dying light, I mourn the love I thought I’d find.

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Don't wanna say Goodbye

The clock ticks slow, a cruel, drawn breath, Each second whispers, close to death, The death of laughter, light, and song, A chapter closing, where we belonged.

The air is heavy, thick with unspoken fears, A shimmering curtain, blurred by unshed tears. We cling to moments, stolen in the light, Knowing shadows gather, stealing into night.

Your hand in mine, a fragile, fragile thread, I trace the lines of hope, already almost dead. The words are trapped, a lump within my throat, A silent scream, a desperate, pleading note.

The sun descends, a fiery, final kiss, A metaphor so painful, I can't dismiss. The promise lingers, faint and bittersweet, A future vision, incomplete, incomplete.

Don't wanna say goodbye, the phrase repeats, A mantra whispered, in hushed and hurried beats. It echoes hollow, in the gathering gloom, A fragile barrier, against this looming doom.

So let us linger, in this twilight's hold, Before the story ends, before we're growing cold. Let silence reign, a language understood, For goodbye's poison, misunderstood.

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God Help Me To Forgive

God, help me to forgive, This wound that festers deep within, A bitter root, I long to cleave, But find my strength is wearing thin.

The hurt they caused, a burning brand, Seared in my memory's embrace, I clench my fist, I understand The darkness etched upon my face.

I want to let the anger go, To cleanse my heart and find release, But resentment seeds continue to grow, And steal away my inner peace.

I know forgiveness is the way, To heal the fractures in my soul, To greet the dawn of a brighter day, And make myself once more whole.

So God, I kneel, and humbly plead, Unlock the chains that bind my will, Plant in my heart a loving seed, And guide my hand to stand, and still,

Forgive them, as I'd be forgiven, And grant me strength to truly mean, That freedom's light, though hard to win, Is in forgiveness, serene.

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I FEEL LOST WITHOUT YOU .

The compass spins, a frantic dance,

No north, no south, no guiding glance.

The map lies useless in my hand,

A landscape strange, I can't command.

Each road I take, a winding maze,

Reflects the fog of lonely days.

The landmarks gone, erased by grief,

Leaving only blank relief.

The sun feels cold, a distant star,

No warmth to reach me where you are.

The moon, a sliver, pale and thin,

A mirror to the emptiness within.

I wander through this silent place,

A hollow echo of your face.

Lost without you, adrift and frail,

A ship without a wind-filled sail.

I search for signs, a whispered clue,

A path to lead me back to you.

But all I find is echoing sound,

Lost in the silence all around.

Until you're found, and stand beside,

My guiding star, my steady tide,

I'll wander lost, and ever yearn,

For the sweet return, the lessons learned.

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The anchor's set, the sails hang low,

The harbor lights begin to glow.

We stand on deck, the night so near,

A whispered truth I hold so dear.

The journey's end is drawing nigh,

But in your gaze, I see the sky.

A boundless blue, a world to roam,

And suddenly, I'm far from home.

The salty air, it chills my skin,

But colder still, the thought within.

That morning comes, and we must part,

A heavy weight upon my heart.

The words catch tight within my throat,

A silent, desperate, clinging note.

The fragile moment starts to fray,

And all I want to do is say:

Don't wanna let you go, not yet,

Before the sun and shadows set.

Don't wanna lose this fragile grace,

The memory etched upon my face.

Don't wanna see you walk away,

And face another lonely day.

So let us linger, hand in hand,

Upon this shore, of shifting sand.

The dawn will break, the ship will sail,

But now, your presence will prevail.

And in this moment, brief and bright,

Don't wanna let you go tonight.