poems

I don't know how to live in a world like this, but I'm trying so hard

[thisisabrokenworld]

it feels like every new man I let in

takes a part of my fucking soul I will never get back

I am so sick of befriending love

that turns to pain

I am so tired of explaining who I am

when I don’t even know myself

it feels like every time I have to start over

I am aging 30 years

why do I have to keep moving on

why can’t I stay right here

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in another lifetime, your words don’t put a cold, familiar shiver down my spine

you don’t say unforgivable things when you drink whiskey

we love more than we fight

in another lifetime, I have your babies (like we planned for years)

we buy that house down south

you communicate when you’re mad

in another lifetime, your hands touch my body (and my body only)

your lips only know mine

the only girl in your phone is me

I don’t have trust issues I cannot get past

in another lifetime

in another life

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gosh, I haven’t been on this app in AWHILE. I accidentally clicked the app and saw that people are still relating to me, still reposting my things. makes my heart so full. I love you all from the bottom of my heart!

I will try to be more active on here, but I’m a lot more active on my Instagram, @poemprojects.

I hope to one day create a book.

Thank you,

much love 🤍

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life is extremely crazy to me, at all times.

I’ll tell you why.

7 years ago, I didn’t want to be alive.

it wasn’t just that, either. I didn’t plan on living past the age of thirteen.

however, I told myself, “maybe life will get better soon, I’ll stay till 16.”

I was fully devoted to not staying past the age of 16. So devoted that I never made plans for the future beyond the age of sixteen.

however, I made it past sixteen. now I’m almost 19 and I’m purely shocked with life.

I never planned for this life, I never dreamt about it, I never assumed I’d be here today.

every small detail in my life is overwhelming to me because I. never. planned. on. being. here. I didn’t even plan on graduating highschool.

yet here I am. living. breathing. walking.

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Hey, I’ve seen some of your poems about how you said you got cheated on in one of your first relationships. I did too, it was painful and I was with that boy for a whole year without knowing until the last week of our relationship. It feels like you won’t survive without them; but you fucking THRIVE w/o them. Life gets better!!! If anyone has a struggle like that, it truly does get better!! It takes so much time and healing. Everything will be okay babe!! (It wouldn’t let me send a message)

Things do look up! I was cheated on 8 months ago by a man that I loved with my heart, fully. I am now thriving WITHOUT him! When I left, I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. But here I am, 8 months later :)

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Can you text me please.?

If you need anything, my DMs are always open!

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I hope you have a good day, remember that you are gr8!

Thank you lovie!

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“My friends tell me to move on. After almost two years of loving you and only you still, even though we have broken up. They don’t seem to understand, really. They never saw the smile you made when we kissed. They never saw the way you would move your head back and forth to the music. They never once heard the way you say ‘I love you’. My friends told me to move on but had they saw that smile, seen you dance, or heard you say you love me, their opinion might be a little bit different on this unrequited love.”

— unlucky

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@poemprojects on Instagram 💛, where I post about heartbreak, cheating, and more

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“I need to lose 5 pounds.”

*loses 5 pounds*

“I need to lose 5 pounds.”

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Follow my Instagram, @poemprojects, for more.

I will be posting poems from a book I would love to create in the future.

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Triggers will always be the most random and at the most inconvenient times. I was getting a shoulder massage that they always give after getting my nails done, and I randomly had flash backs to being raped.

It feels like a never ending cycle that I want so badly to be removed from

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Strength.

I remember the first week after I found out the truth.

The truth being his devoted loyalty towards me was hardly devoted at all. The truth being that he cheated for months on end.

I remember the first week clearly. Sadly, I’ll never forget the pain and heartbreak that he brought upon me.

I stopped eating for a week. My friends were scared for my well-being. Food just didn’t interest me anymore. In fact, nothing did.

I lost 30 pounds in two months. I was less than a pound short of my weight being in double digits.

5’6” and 100 pounds. Long story short, I was a walking skeleton.

My nails were almost non-existent. Constantly shaking. Self-care was at an all time low.

I recall bawling in my fathers arms on multiple occurances, something I’ve never done before. Begging for this to all be a mistake. My dad was at a lost for words. All he could do was hold me.

Still, I got up out of bed, threw every picture, gift, clothing, and memory that was in my room, and I brought it to your house. I remember you begging me not to leave.

Leaving was my only choice. When someone is so detrimental to your health, whether it be physically or mentally, you are only given one rational option. Leaving.

And I did just that.

It has been five long, hardworking months. Five months without the person I wanted to share a life with forever. Five months without the person I loved more than myself.

In those five months, I made bad decisions, I drank more than I should’ve, I chose a life of solitude, but most importantly: I chose to love myself.

Yes, I will still cry on occasion. No, it’s not a pretty sight. This is healing. This is strength. This is me, doing something I’ve never done before. Choosing myself.

When I would beg the world to slow down, or even stop, I was still strong. I would get up the next morning, go to school, go to work.

I could’ve chosen to let this ruin me. He took my view on love away from me, I wasn’t letting him take my happiness away either.

You were a lesson I shouldn’t have had to learn, but I did.

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A blur

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Sharing some poetry to get my mind off of things💛

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one day, my mother will be dead