poetry
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The Almosts
It’s the dreaming that hurts the most The almosts The ones that never came true that were barely a seed in the ground before they died That future no matter how true fades as fast as it formed Those losses hurt too as all losses do To grieve them is to heal Don’t forget that Continue reading
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Some day
Some day it won’t be goodbye Some day it won’t end in tears instead there will be a safe embrace that never ends Two hearts that unite and never part Some day I won’t have to hurt someone or myself by letting go because I’ll be holding on to your hand and neither of us Continue reading
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Real or not Real?
Was it real? Or did we make it up? Each needing someone to tell us we were worthy of love The fantasy of it does not make it wrong It’s still a beautiful love but not the real love either of us needs in the long run Continue reading
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Knowing you
Looking back now I wonder if I truly saw you for ALL you were the good and the bad Because instead everything you were effected me Each word and action lensed selfishly There was no you Just me and all my needs all my insecurities To know you at all I had to let go Continue reading
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It wasn’t Perfect
Who would guess with just a little bit of space I would see it wasn’t perfect for you or me Trying to heal those wounds you can’t see no it wasn’t prefect for you or me Each conversation held contexts unseen Each reconciliation wasn’t enough for you or me We tried our best but in Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 