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This is a simple poem, if you could call it that. I can't seem to write anymore. Not like it matters. Yet.
I don't know if this makes senseBut on the ninth day of autumn,I'll let my words linger in the cold breezeAs I write a letter to every person who broke my heart.The first letter shall begin with a sorry. I'll let that person know that I broke their heartFar worse than they did mine. That when I left, because I was so scared, I didn't think that they were scared too.That I was too caught up in myself To even realize that other people feel too.That good things end eventually Even if we try to stop them from falling apart. The second letter will end with a thank you. I'll tell that person that they made me brave. That even if they hurt me, even if they pushed me down, I still got back up, a bit scarred.I still made it to 20,Still saw dreams that had me smiling, Still believed that I could face the worldWithout having to hide my trembling hands. The third letter will spell out anger. To the first person who believed it was okay,To belittle me, to pull at my insecurities,To trample on my dreams.I'll let my anger turn into scathing words.I'll let it flow through me and I'll let it go. I'll forgive them at the end,For I'll have realized That they couldn't get through me. I'll send one to that friend Who traded my secrets for better friends. I'll tell her I'm sorry I wasn't a good oneAnd I'll ask her if she's sorry for not beingWhat I thought a good friend should be. I'll tell her that I trust a little less now,Keep things to myself a bit more now. I'll ask her if she ever thinks of me. I'll send a letter to my parents,For they broke my heart the most.Maybe, it was because they were the only onesWhose words I took to heart.They didn't realize but they chipped away at it In ways no one else ever could. I'll write some more, Letters to people who broke my heart. But I'll let them stray in the autumn windAnd make sure no one ever gets them. For I have broken a lot of hearts Along the way too.Hoping that they'd forgive me. I'll let my heart be. ©wasted_sparks
The piece from the back cover of my brand new best-selling collection of poems: There Is Always Universe. Thanks for reading. 💙💌
There Is Always Universe
I am made of stardust. This I know to be true—& if there is Universe in me,then there is Universe in you.—Tiffany Aurora Poetry©tiffanyaurorapoetry
I do not crave for loveInstead give me the hate.I'm cracked enoughTo take the woundsBut too brokenTo contain the pain.©akash/hurt/
misery ismind control smile inrebellion©rodandrew16
my organsare just thedrunk androwdyaudienceto the back-alleyfist-fightbetween myspiritand mysoul©rodandrew16
my love for youbroke megentlylike the leaves turning brownin the fall©the_brick_lady
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Rehearsals feel so much like arousals. With each new one, you get better at the art of lasting longer while having fun.#rehearse #devilparty #fleeingkeys#writersofmirakee #mirakee #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureau
We are all just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a newfound love,or a broken heart away from becoming acompletely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take but a moment to alter who we are forforever?-Samuel Decker Thompson©samueldeckerthompson
That’s some solid advice from the author of the Vampire Chronicles series!Let’s all make the most of the weekend. Ignore your inner critic that stops you from writing freely and write your heart out! You can try out the missed challenges, if any, or let life be your source of inspiration.And don’t be shy. Share your work for others to enjoy.