Category: poem
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You are still worthy of love.
You know…sometimes you love someone so deeply,that you give your all without even thinking twice.You plan the surprises,you buy the cake,you make sure everything is perfect,because you want them to feel special. But then…without warning,they stop answering your calls.They block you everywhere.They leave you hanging,and suddenly, you are left with nothing but confusion. At first,…
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“If It Wasn’t Love, Why Did It Hurt Like This?”
I didn’t plan this.Honestly, falling for you wasn’t on my checklist.At first, you were just my person, my safe place,the one who made the world feel a little less loud. Over time, though, things began to shift.At first, it was subtle.Then gradually, your smile started feeling like home.And suddenly, your laughter became the soundtrack to…
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Before We Call It Love
– a spoken word about the talking stage We were not dating…Yet I’d still get butterflies when your name lit up my screen.We weren’t official…Yet I’d overthink the space between your message and mine.No, we hadn’t labeled it…Still, you felt like home a person I could tell everything to without holding back. In truth, we…
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I Let You Go, Because I Learned to Love Me Too
I didn’t just wake up feeling strong.That strength grew from late nights,Tear-stained pillows, and quiet prayers I barely managed to say.So many times, I couldn’t breathe from the weight of questions I never got answers to.I kept asking myself what I did wrong,Why love couldn’t fix it,Why I kept holding on to someone who wasn’t…
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“When They Only Call You When They Need You, That’s Not Love.”
I used to think that giving was love.That showing up for everyone,Even when I was barely standing,Was a badge of honor. At first, it felt good.They smiled.They called me reliable, dependable, selfless.And yes, I believed them. But as time went on,I started noticing things,Subtle at first, but then loud enough to hurt.Like how my calls…
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No More Pouring from an Empty Cup
I used to give.And then I gave some more.Even when my hands trembled,Even when my soul ached. At first, I felt proud,Being the one who showed up,Who answered every late-night call,Who made space for others even when I had none left for myself. But over time, I noticed something.They only came around when they needed…
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“Strong, But Tired: The Unspoken Truth of Being the Firstborn”
I didn’t choose this crown.Life handed it to me the moment I cried first.It wasn’t golden,Rather, it was molded from responsibility… pressure… silence… and sacrifice.And yes, I wear it well but at what cost? You see, being the eldestFeels like signing a contract I never agreed to.No one explained the terms,Instead, things just began to…
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They Promised to Meet Again…But Death Came First
I know death.Not as a stranger…But as someone I’ve met too many times along the road.And perhaps you’ve met it too,not in a dramatic way,but in the quiet loss of familiar faces. Maybe you’ve stood in class photos,grinning wide,not knowing that the person beside youwouldn’t make it to the next one.At that moment, everything felt…
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“They Broke You, Left You, Now They Want You? Think Twice”
Sometimes… they don’t just fade.Sometimes… they come back.Not with a whisper, not by accident,But with fire in their eyes and trembling in their voice,Trying to rewind the moments they lost,Trying to fix the cracks with words you used to crave.They reach out like they finally understand what silence stole,Like they woke up one morning and…