Dear, My love is pure and bottomless. In all my wanting to serve and love you, I was killing myself. I slit my throat with daggers you threw at me. I heard that when you love someone so much, them hating you doesn't make you hate them, you hate yourself. I hated myself, really hated myself. I know that isn't fair to me though. My love is pure and bottomless. I don't deserve that. Sincerely,
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Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry.
Partial to no one.
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It's kind of nice not having to give you so much attention. It's kind of nice that I don't have to make sure you are alright all the time. It's kind of nice that the times I think of you and is when I think of others. It's nice that you don't get a little extra piece of me anymore. I've never been careful with what I say; that's what makes me me. When I gave you my puppy love, I lost my bark. I feel free that I no longer have to approach you with a censor. If you don't like my new self, the one prior to you, then goodbye.
Lamentation
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I've been lamenting the death of what you used to represent for me. You used to make me feel confident, you used to make me feel loved, you used to make me feel important. I made a wish, a difficult one to fulfill. I wanted you to build a dam that can carry all the pressure of a great deal of water. It was beyond your capability. The responsibility was too hard for anyone to carry. You worked day and night, making me think you could fulfill my wish, but...the dam collapsed. The waves took you along with it. You have washed away along with all of my one wish. I looked far and wide; I almost myself. Eventually, you returned, but things were different. We no longer see each other the way we used to. I feel ashamed for thinking you could build me a dam. You used to be my symbol of greatness, but now, when I look at you...you remind me of everything it is I'm insecure about with myself.
Nonsensical.
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I stepped on a rose bush today, I felt terrible about it, It festered in my mind for some time. I'm not sure if the thorns are still hanging on my sole. I told myself I was alright, I don't think I am. I told myself that some things can't be undone. It's better to just move forward...right? I feel haunted, It's like a ghost living is living in my mind. Nonsensical. Just forget about it.
Sea of eyes.
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Do you ever just feel insecure about sharing your interests? Sometimes I worry too much about whether people think I'm too much of something. My biggest insecurity is people thinking I'm too weird. I want to feel like I'm free to like whatever I like, but I think people expect me to conform to some standard. My mind spins, thinking about whether I've earned approval. It's one to say all approval I'm ever going to need is from myself, and it's another to actually be in a sea of eyes.
Memories that stick.
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I have fond memories of brushing my fingers along your gentle locks. You felt warm, like chamomile. I got lost in the curls. It felt like bliss when I gave you love. You ran away; you're still running. I wish for you to see the world and all its possibilities. I wish for you to see me along the way.
The Lion
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I thought long and hard as to where I should place you on the shelf that is my life. I thought about punishing you and leaving you behind my self-concept books, but the more the idea marinated in my head, I realized I couldn't do that, despite the fact that you didn't want to be with me. I still very much consider you to be a priceless gift. I will display you proudly. A handsome ornamental lion should stand tall.
Floral Foam
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People's emotions are like an assortment of flowers. Sometimes it's beautiful. Sometimes it's too much. Sometimes it's too little. Sometimes, I feel like I'm floral foam. Flowers jab at me until I feel like I'm crumbling. I want to present a beautiful bouquet, but I can't handle too many flowers at once. I lose pieces of myself, and water runs.
Stupid Deontology
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I'm thrown into the dump every time I hear your name. It serves as a reminder of how much I wish things would be different. Your name is shining in my head, and the reflective dome of my skull bounces your light until dark thoughts make you fade away after a few minutes of calm; thunder strikes. You used to blissfully bother me, but now, I realize it was all an illusionary act. I convinced myself that the pain you gave me was a pleasure. I didn't know better; I don't know if I ever will.
Heart Punches
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The fact that you make an effort to avoid me makes my soul die. You only care about yourself. You stay true to your convictions, I give you that, but you never acknowledge the fact that I would be devastated. You only care about what would benefit you. It's so frustrating. I don't know where to direct the "hurt" to. Should I just take the beating? Do I deserve to?
Pages made of stone.
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Don't judge a book by its cover. I accepted myself for all I am. Chew through the pages made of stone. Find the detestable and critique the characters. I made peace with the non-fiction. No vision of perfection, but no polluted scene. My-ocardium, a deep forest green, my mind humming to doves in the wind. My ears admiring "Nights like this." My tears pour out like a waterfall for a boy a doesn't want me.
Turkish Delight.
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I've been blaming myself these past few days, but after some time of reflecting, I realized that it wasn't all me. I don't just act because I feel like it. I act because something influences me, like subtle gestures, big glances, and sentences under people's breaths. To imply me to act, and to coldly reject me, was sinister. All this time, I thought I was petting a sheep, but that was just a carcass. All this time, there was a lion lingering. He watched me from afar, absorbing the looks of its Turkish delight. I'm sweet, supple, and soft; everything the lion could want, but it stays away. I bring forth the unknown, the undiscovered, an outlier, and that's enough to drive any wild mane off.