The one thing you’ve been consistent at is being inconsistent.
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The one thing you’ve been consistent at is being inconsistent.
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The lengths we go through just to hear them say ‘I Love you
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How they bless my beauty;
baptizing me in compliments.
But these men use beautiful things;
uproot them and leave them to die on shelves.
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And there she remained
hoping and praying he
would smuggle the stars
into her prison and show
her the way out……
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I am too many things.
-too kind
-too soft
-too loving
-too understanding
-too affectionate
-too sensitive
-too much for ‘Grown Men’
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Where is the shoulder
the lips of love
the hands of safety
when the emptiness turns
into a black hole and
begins to suck the life from me?
—Evy Sutton-
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Wild as the desert wind….
I want to write about love. I want to tell you beautiful things about it. But I can only tell you how it hurts when you love the wrong one. I can only tell you about sleepless nights because you can’t hold back your tears from the sting of being dropped off of a cliff, plunging into darkness.
I want to write about love. I want to tell you how much they feel like home. I want to tell you they will fight for you. I want to tell you it’s received with trembling loving hands.
But I can only tell you about lonely nights of doubting yourself and wondering what you did to be abandoned. I can only tell you about re-reading those messages and screaming how you missed the deceit. I can only tell you about how you slowly die from giving love to the wrong ones. I can only tell you that no matter how much of yourself you give to them….they still leave…..
I wish I could tell you about love..but I can only tell you there is no closure…there is no explanation as to why they left you so quick. I can only tell you about loving them the way they want to be loved and how it still ends with your heart broken….and you care too much and they don’t care at all…..
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Please tell me how they step in and out of love the way they do clothes..
show me how easily they have mastered the ability to shed it the way snakes shed their skin…
Why did you make me so loving; this heart so firm, fertile and giving…able to feel
so deeply?
Why do you say I’m a gift to be honored, loved, and cherished
only for your gift to be shredded, broken, and tossed away so easily?
Please make my heart like theirs
just as cold as stone and numb to love
and my eyes full of deceit…..
I’m tired of loving only to be broken
again…
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He said: Please know that I love you
Yet he still broke your heart and willingly let you go….
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