Every night, in my dreams, I hold your hands, caressing your face, capturing every part of you in my memory. And when I wake up, you are gone. A lone tear falls from my eyes and a sob escapes my mouth. With every broken part, I wrap my arms around my chest and cradle myself to sleep. "Shhhh...he doesn't love you...Let him go,please!" #poetry #poetrycommunity #words #instapoem #poetry_addicts #poetryaddict #poetsandwriters #sadpoetry #feelingsquotes #poetryloving #poetryworld #writercommunity #writers_together #poetlife #writeeveryday #brokenpoetry #heartbrokenpoetry #brokenheartpoetry #poetrywriter #poetrywriter #poemofig #poemxheaven #poemofinstagram #qoutesandsayings #writingpoetry #writeeveryday #writersandpoets #writingofig #inhushedwhispers #kommalkaushal (at Bangalore, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE6cX6kJ__s/?igshid=1kf5m5w9l2t9r
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I spent all night wanting to message you. But that would be disastrous in terms of my wellbeing. My earlier post was almost prophetic. And all I feel now as I close my eyes is pathetic. Holding on to the idea that we could be different from before.
Friends; who share something greater then physical intimacy. A history that changed my whole lifes trajectory.
Forever.💔
Will you always be my habit? My human addiction. The answer, I can't fathom. The shadow I can't shake. Just nonsense masquerading as broken faith.
Twinkle twinkle little star. How far form this soul you are. What a wonderful solar system. And yet.. Me amore, I still miss him. Not as one, had before.
But I lost myself, and my safe place amongst the storm.
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I’m a tangled up Mess of a woman But wouldn’t you still Love to try and unravel me @tmcpoetry • #tmcpoetry _________________________________ Let’s talk about what this means. I don’t want, need physical intimacy until there has been a deep soul connection established. I need conversations. True and authentic interest for who I am. Questions. DO. I. LOVE. QUESTIONS. I don’t need jewelry, or anything money can buy. Time, unconditional love and understanding, and the rest will follow. I’m sure all of my ladies get me here! _________________________________ Also, find me on: Pinterest - @tmcpoetry Twitter - @poetryTMC Tumbler - Tmcpoetry TikTok - @tmcpoetrywritings . . . . . . . . . . . . #mentalhealthwarrior #writersupportingwriters #poemsaboutpain #featuredpoems #onmypoetry #poemsiwrite #englishpoems #photoofthedayy #beautifulsouls #model #selflove #fridayselfie #instapicofday #brokenheartedquotes #youareenoughmovement #sadpoems #dailypoetry #wordhour #poemsonlife #emotionalsupportpoet #wordoftheday #lifequotestagram #brokenheartpoetry #latergrams (at New York City, N.Y.) https://www.instagram.com/tmcpoetry/p/CY_kp4Xrjom/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Non-consensual Death
Why does the heart act without permission?
It always harms itself.
The brain says, “don’t go down that path”
The heart says, “I don’t need help”
But it’s going off a dangerous way,
Like jumping off a cliff.
It says “I just couldn’t help myself”
While lying on a death bed.
And each time it resurrects,
Another piece is missing.
The brain used to call it a broken heart,
But now it says it’s stronger,
But as the heart grows smaller,
It starts to lose its way.
It starts questioning its purpose,
And the price it has to pay.
And if you take a piece of the heart,
What you have is dead.
The heart will have a brand new start
And find something new instead.
Now it latches onto things
Without a tendency to leave,
Things without a beating heart,
Never a thing that breathes.
The brain is tired of consoling the heart,
So it says that that’s okay.
But after all the drinks it starts
To realize the price it pays.
The heart now starts to kill the brain
By trying to escape,
It tries to get rid of the fucking pain
But the damage is too great.
So now the brain is all fucked up
And lays the heart to rest.
But the one who really lost
Is the person who they test.
So now because the heart can’t listen,
Because the heart never cared.
3 are dead or dying,
And 3 could have been spared.
e.m.
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Date night (a new poem, BG)
Another meal that won’t be enjoyed as
she continuously absorbs him sitting across her- apathetic.
She’s stuffed. Mind you,
she’s been eating since…Well,
since her company was kept lonely next to his distance
and their walking shadows reflected but wandering souls-
up close but nothing personal,
while her swinging hand settled for the wind’s passing solace
instead of the hollow embrace of his
She implodes with time,
Eating it all so the calendar won’t project what she fears by
morphing the days of the week into
“I; have; been; here; for; too; long”
She swallows her unspoken words to him
as well as his rambling at her,
both sides heavily charged with incompatible sentiment.
She’s so full of consuming silence
But internalises her magma,
it flows mute… As it’s rushed to extinction.
Each bite a bitter reminder that the end is near,
sliding down her throat chokingly
dropping
solidly
on
her
inner
ground,
shaking her core almost as vigorously as when he used to rock her world…
Only this time,
the walls are caving in, shattering a monument to which he was
was the holding piece;
She fights with her heart and for the first time
he remains captive looking into her eyes.
Will he read her like once before,
when he expertly appeased her heart?
Will he…
put an end to their cold war?
No other sound but a scrunch- away with a broccoli
as if to put an end to her hope.
How can he watch her starve?
She’s finally empty,
her tears now molten lava.
BG
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