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I really wish they realize my worth someday. But then again, am I worth anything at all?

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Honestly, I dont even know how to start this. All I know is that I really miss you a lot. On days I'll try to explain myself how none of this matters anymore and how I should just forget about you (trust me I've tried but failed miserably). By night, I start thinking about the words I could've said to make you stay.
You were my strength. Remember how I used to call you my 'safehouse'? But now I'm just pretending to be this strong woman who doesn't need to be told what to do. At times when the world gets overwhelming, I retrieve back to the world we created together..our texts. I'll scroll up to the 'I love you and I miss you', to the moments where you said ''no matter whichever way whatever pans out, a small part of me will always love you". Does it still? Do you?
I still wake up everyday, in a hope for your 'Good morning babeoo' waiting for me in my phone. But sometimes, it gets too frustrating. I miss you, I get angry at you, I don't know what to do and then i just give up and cry.
I never had the guts to tell you all of this. Maybe because I don't know you anymore. I dont know if you still think about me the way I do with every breath that I take. I dont even know if you remember my name or my voice or the times you could never fall asleep without listening to it. You said I was your home. But now that you've left, I still await your homecoming.
I've tried to text you this more times that you could ever imagine, but somehow the fear of losing you even after losing you creeps in. Hence, I'm writing this letter and hopefully one day, I'll gather up some courage to send it.
~ All the words I should have said
I sometimes wonder
If we put our egos aside
For a few minutes
Would we still wait
For the other to call
Or
Would we go back
To the night
We talked so much
The sky had to change its colors
Just to remind us
We've got days to stay together.
~Khushee
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John Keats from a letter to Richard Woodhouse c. 1818 featured in Selected Letters
Opening my first instagram account for poetry. Any suggestions for the handle name?
“Purple hazes and fiery lust fume with the birth of morning light. With each new ending comes and old beginning, a story retold from ash and weary cinders. Touch your memories with care.”
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Why is it that every time I accept that you're gone, you knock on my door in dreams?
Why is it that every dream I get, brings me closer to you yet pulls me further apart when I open my eyes?
And why is it that every time I open my eyes, you're never there to wipe those yearning tears?
~If only my dreams weren't just dreams

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35. nonsensical guesses
. and i will nurse my storm with paper clips and faulty domes with fireworks turned into stone and polaroid undertones keeping myself within myself sweeping stardust off the shelf until i find an exit door through which i can safely walk into the life for which i hope without trading my old dreams for half-lit lamps and gasoline.
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Such beautiful and powerful words!
“the nose knows the scent of love and foulness of rotten rose petals.”
— The nose knows…something
Beautiful words
Poetry by Conee Berdera

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Sometimes relationships too come with an expiration date. It becomes toxic once you start existing in it beyond the date.
An Empty Rain
Heavy as those clouds he felt,
Yet no signs of doubt and regret,
The rain starts to pour with no rest,
Endless stream of woe within his chest.
Heavy as the rain he felt,
But the clouds looked heavy yet dry,
No raindrops poured from the sky,
For there are no more tears left to cry.