Tag: heartbreak
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And Just Like That, The 2025 Year Comes To An End
Life is strange. And time is a construct I wish would slow down if only for a moment. You look around and the leaves have changed and the temperature has dropped. You’re so close to entering a new year. And when you think back, what do you think of? I think how much has changed.…
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Poem: Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes, the pain comes in the form of a lump in my throat. The ache is so bad I grip my chest like that will make it stop. Like I could punch a hole straight into my ribcage, grasp my heart and rip it out or hold it as a comfort. Sometimes, you cross my…
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Poem:If The Walls Could Talk
The keys shook in her hands, she could barely breathe. She turned the handle to what would be the start of her new life. She walked in and her footsteps echoed in the empty the space, the emptiness resonated within her soul. There was no furniture to dampen the sound of her footsteps and the…
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Do I Love Me, Do I Love Me Not?
Tonight, I had to talk myself out of my car and into this restaurant I’m currently sitting in. It still takes some inner pep talking to muster up the courage to get out and do things by myself. But any opportunity to become very familiar with who I am I’ll take it. I have a…
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The Tunnel Seems Dark But You Have A Lighter
One of my really close friends is going through the same thing I went through nine months ago. I wouldn’t say I’m an expert in the art of being discarded but I can empathize with the feelings that comes with it. It’s unfortunate that it’s easier for the one doing the leaving rather than the…
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Poem: Our Love Was Lukewarm
I stop dead in my tracks, there he was sitting at a table, as I open the door to the small cafe. My breath stolen, like a semi-truck right to the chest. It’s felt like a lifetime since we’ve been in the same room, breathing the same air. The very air he’s stolen from me…
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Poem: Confessions In The Dark
It’s the night time, the streets lights are peeking through the blinds and the room is quiet. Yet, my thoughts are deafening. I’m in the bedroom lying awake, pillow soaked as a byproduct of my endless tears and all I can focus on is the you shaped space next to me. But it’s just an…
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Poem: The One Sided Invisible String
People talk about the invisible string, the one that brings two people together. No one talks about the one sided invisible string, where one person continues to hang on while the other has let go. No one talks about the pain that comes with it. I had always hoped he would lasso his string to…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 