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please do one on unrequited love!

My eyes follow you as you walk in front of me.

Will you ever know this pain of never having

your hand to hold or your eyes not seeing

how much I love you and the way you’re trapping

me into being lonely? My heart aches for your

hand in mine or even just a simple ”hello”

from you; though I know if you did so I’d want more.— One-sided love

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hey, can you write a poem about forgiving someone that hurt you?

You left a hole in my life where you resided.

My feelings went from warm to cold as my

anger swole in my heart which ignited

trickling tears to fall from my face as I

tried to fill what you had left with sad excuses.

I held onto every feeling until I was exhausted,

but I realized that the anger I have induces

negativity and more pain that costed

me my time to heal and grow from it.

I’ve let it go and even though it still hurts

I filled the hole you left with something that fits.

— Healing

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Send me requests! I’ll do poetry, stories or anything that you want. I need more practice writing!

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[totallynottherealalliprince]

Dialogue prompt

“Why are you on the floor?”

“Tying my shoe.”

“You’re wearing rain-boots.”

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I looked back down at my boots and sighed. My dad’s glare burned through my skin as I slowly brought myself back to my feet.

“Yeah, I know.” My eyes raced around the room for a different distraction to keep myself from following him into the school corridor.

“If you try one more thing with me, you’ll be in more trouble than when I find out what you did.” He threatened, planting himself down in a chair.

So there I sat in the empty hall of my school in my rain boots and poncho, waiting with my dad because of something bad I did that I wasn’t even told of. My boots squeaked anxiously on the waxed tile as I stared blankly ahead at the dully shaded wall. I uncomfortably adjusted my seating on the hard plastic chair that was uniform to any classroom around the school. The surroundings were so normal to me, but with my dad there it felt almost unnatural and made me feel uneasy. The harsh rain and wind outside didn’t comfort me either. Cracks of thunder rumbled the halls, but I was more intimidated by the unspoken frustration between my dad and I.

“Do you know what I even did?” I asked my impatient father. He had his hand on his head and he was rested in such an angry position that I almost didn’t ask.

“No, they didn’t tell me, but apparently it was bad enough to need me here. Do you know what you did?”

I shook my head, sighing at the pointlessness of the entire situation. Before I could even open my mouth to give the all too familiar “I didn’t do it” spiel, the door to the office parted open, revealing the principal.

“Come in, please.” She insisted. Her lips were curled in a frown that made my heartbeat quicken. I had never been in trouble before and the situation made me alarmed.

Once the door closed behind us, I knew we would be in the office for a while.

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Alone together

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Digging, looking for the answers,

my shovel broke.

You came and used your hands,

helping me dig.

Once the dirt moved and showed

what I had been searching for,

I found myself lost in the truth.

You told me it was okay to be unsure.

I then found safety in uncertainty.

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Music

We were records being

played backwards for so long

that when you played us forward

it felt unreal

and the song we played had always

been for you.

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Pinky promises

There’s something so affectionate about pinkies

and the meanings we give to them.

Between a father and his daughter,

a bond shared over the small and big things

we swear to do

and the secrets

we plan to keep.