Tag: heartbreak
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When I Picked Myself Up
When I picked myself up off the floor,I knew I could not hurt anymore.I gathered the pieces scattered around,And found parts of me I thought I had drowned.I wiped my tears and lifted my head,Stopped chasing the words you never said.I learned that leaving can sometimes be right,That losing your love did not end my…
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What Heartbreak Leaves Behind
No one comes back the samefrom heartbreak.You return carrying piecesof yourselfyou do not remember breaking.Your hands still look like your hands,your face still answers to its name,but something beneath the skinhas shifted.You learn how silence can bruise.How an empty chaircan become a presence.How a song can findthe one woundyou forgot to cover.You become carefulwith doors,with…
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Why My Heart Turned Blue
My heart turned blue on a Tuesday at three, while the clock lost a minute and stared back at me. The kettle kept singing though no one made tea, and the walls leaned inward suspiciously. I searched in the cupboard, under the bed, between all the things we should never have said. I asked the…
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Imagine
Imagining what I think he meantwhen he said that he would never leave.He meant not right now—but some day.I heard foreverbecause forever was what I needed.I filled the spaces between his wordswith promises he never made.A pause became hesitation.A touch became devotion.A night beside me became a lifetime,and every almost-loveI dressed in certainty.He never said…
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In Silence
And we sat there in silence,not a word spoken,but spoken just the same.Your eyes said what your lips would not,and mine had grown too tired to ask.Between us lay a thousand words,each one wearing silence like a mask.The clock kept talking for us,tick by aching tick,while shadows stretched across the roomand something in us slipped.No…
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Tending Dead Flames
I kneel beside the ashesof what we used to be,cupping cold embersas though they might remember heat.I feed them old promises,dry apologies,and photographs where our smilesstill knew how to touch.But love cannot be warmedby one pair of hands.Still, I strike another match—watching it flare, tremble,and die against the darknessyou left behind. Photo by Mustafi Numann…
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After We Had Finished
By the time I found the field,winter had already completed its careful revision of the world.The snow had removed the unnecessary things—footprints,distinctions,directions,the small evidence that anyone had ever believed another bodycould become a home.I sat because there was nothing left to negotiate.The ground beneath me was frozen to a depthno season would confess aloud,and I…
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Loving Blind
They say love is blind.I don’t think that’s true.I think love sees everything—the cracks,the excuses,the trembling hands,the promises stitched together with loose thread…and whispers,”Maybe this time.”Because loving blind isn’t about missing the warning signs.It’s about believingthey’re just temporary.It’s convincing yourselfthat red flags are only sunsetsif you squint hard enough.It’s saying,”I know who they could be,”while…
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Mending
A heart can break from death,from the empty chair at the table,from a voice you still expect to hearwhen morning enters the room.It can break from rejection,from hands that let go too easily,from being almost chosen,almost loved, almost enough.It can break from loss,from dreams packed away in silence,from names you no longer saybecause they bruise…
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A Garden Tainted
My heart is alreadya garden taintedby your deceitand your lies.Even when I close my eyes,I still see them—the shadows you planted,the words you twisted,the truth you buriedbeneath your careful smile.Your lies do not leave quietly.They rise like smokefrom the ground of me,staining every placeI once believed was safe.I wanted to trustthe sky of you,the open…
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