sdr poetry

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loving someone is just as tough as loving yourself

I’ve discovered loving is difficult whether it be self-love or any other love - s.d.r

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heartbreak’s curse

you tell me, “I love you.” but, do you? do you really? that is the curse of a broken, battered heart - s.d.r

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what you do to my mind

thinking about you kills the cells of sanity of this sound thinking mind - s.d.r

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his air brought me life

he is the kind of air that as you breathe in its chill you feel so alive - s.d.r

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the cycle of loving you

there is frustration in wanting you in things I crave concerning you this frustration marries helplessness and births the twins: self pity and self loathing there is something wrong if the wanting of you leads to the hating of me - s.d.r

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mirage

your love was a mirage cast in the heat of this desert I had been walking through - s.d.r

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you aren’t a tomorrow

I don’t think about you anymore it’s hard sleeping with a tomorrow you’ll never wake to - s.d.r

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your star never died

you are that hidden dream I’ve held onto the one I knew that was far beyond my reach and still, after all these years, you twinkle brightly in my heart - s.d.r

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acknowledge this

emotional neglect is a red line just like cheating just like lying just like physical abuse just like emotional abuse we just forget to acknowledge it - s.d.r

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why are you so unkind to yourself?

why do you deny yourself healing when you are eager to heal others? - s.d.r

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it doesn’t matter sometimes

it doesn’t matter how hard you love how deep its oceans are how healthy its soil may be it won’t bring them back it won’t make them love you again - s.d.r

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shrines

this body is not some revolving door that welcomes anyone if I shut this door and you have a problem then so be it my shrine,my rules - s.d.r

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confession of self-love

I’ll always miss myself first before I ever miss you - s.d.r

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the one

you knew she was the one when you wanted to make a home in her someday - s.d.r

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I still dance to it

I’ll never forget the song the rain had played on your skin - s.d.r

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this wild thing will run

I’m not the girl who will willingly be stuffed into the box of your choosing there is no box, cage or jail that could house the wild that is me - s.d.r

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paint her story

I was a mere lonely word trapped in a dictionary but she, she was a book of lost tales and magical creatures of broken hearts and heartache of chapped lips and sultry smiles I could ever hope to be one of the words used to paint her stories - s.d.r