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Love One Day

RPSVpoetry January 21, 2020 You said you wanted love, but what you got was a locker full of hurt. You said you wanted to belong, but in return you were left all alone. You said you wanted to feel the arms of a man who would embrace you day in and day out, But what you got was a person who would always and only bring you harm. You erase the memories, scrub the blood off of the wooden floor... You don’t belong in the darkness, your hands have gotten so cold... And yet, your heart wishes to melt. Frozen in time, strapped up by the shackles that lock you up from the inside, You said you wanted to feel love, But all you ever received was lust. You said you wanted someone to hold, But was it ever enough? You see, what you want and what you need are two entirely different things. I pray that one day you’ll find someone who’s willing to lift you up even with your broken wings. I pray that you find someone who recognizes and realizes that love is not a one way street. It takes two people to make a strong relationship complete. You’ve gotta communicate. You need to feel compassion. There’s a lack of empathy in this world, and baby that’s what you need. That undeniable, unconditional act of love that’s been dying. Damn, baby girl no wonder you’re out here crying.  I hope your wounds heal, your scars fade, and that you find true love one day.

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Yesssss

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Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

David Mitchell (via sunsetquotes)

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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer; Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via sunsetquotes)

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My Heart Is Aching

RPSVpoetry January 19, 2020

Woke up with my heart aching, Yeah, I’m tired of my world collapsing, Feels like everything’s always breaking...  And I’m caved in. Shaken from all of my misguided feelings, Thrown off course, too sad to talk about it. I express my feelings but no  one really knows, No one really gets it, so I’m always quiet. My mind’s at war with itself again. Fuck it. Pour another round, pour another shot. Let’s start a fucking riot. Things might be better if I just run everything on autopilot. I’m tired, I need some fucking sleep. I try and I’ve tried to ask clarity and peace, But these walls are talking to me, Telling me that I need to break free. Free from the chains. Freed from the shackles. Love grew tired of me, She packed up her bags and decided to leave. Woke up in tears, Tried to wipe them away But the teardrops aren’t even here. Bottled up rain, in case I need to cry/ And even if I don’t do it now, I’ll wait until Spring. Look up into the night sky, The glistening moon. I woke up from another sleepless night...  I had a dream again - It was about me and you.

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“Don’t you believe there’s someone for everyone?” “Close. I believe there’s nobody for anyone.”

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There was a time and a place where I felt true happiness. Not anymore. I’m paranoid these days, terrified of looking over my shoulder. Anxiety creeps up on me, sneaks around the corners, waiting to destroy my mental state of mind on a daily basis... I miss dancing. I miss the feeling of being surrounded by strangers, dancing with a beautiful woman, the laughter, and how much I would be able to smile back then.  Those were the days. 

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Alone Again

I woke up this morning with a thought in my brain, I told myself that I’d find a message, Someone was looking for me, Asking where I’ve been. I wake up, I check my phone. Looks like I’m still alone. The empty spaces between my fingertips are beginning to feel like home. It’s something I’ve gotten so used to. I blur out this bittersweet sensation. The misconception that I’m addicted to pain. I woke up this morning and decided to check my phone. No one’s checked in on me. I’m really starting to hate the thought of always being alone. -rpsvpoetry- 01.19.2020