Just because I am someone who is "emotionally intelligent"
And I can "rationalize", my emotions,
It still doesn't take away my rights to "Feel" them.

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Should I call it irony or cruelty of the fate?
When you end up becoming the very reason the flowers withered.

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A person.

(A rant in caption)

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This is what a main character would say.
(Continued in caption)

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Maybe the reason I want someone to save me so badly, is because I know..... I'll never save myself.

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The ink that used to bleed.
Now just a dried patch on paper.
Forgotten.

Fingers that used to pour,
New worlds into existent.
Are struggling to do same.

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Sometimes



/in caption/

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You cried a river.
So that I could bloom.

I cried a river.
Because I couldn't be....enough.
Couldn't be whole.
I was filled with cracks
Where you used to flow
As though to heal, me.
They would instead haunt me.
Day and night.
I Bled when you didn't watch.
I was ashamed to feel
Your gentle touch hurt.
Ashamed as to why I can't feel your love.

You cried a river.
When you watched me wither.

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I'll embrace my mistakes
When I'll be allowed to make one.

I have been through flames...
Bright enough
To be mould into a perfect piece.
I have been desperate enough
I have been on my knees.
I have begged to whatever power that may listen.
To let me be loved,
Even if it is a lie.
Let it come true for a fragment of time.
No matter how small that moment be.

I'll make mistakes.
When I am not afraid of them. Of you.

Until then.
I'll break in silence.
Burn in silence.
So you don't hate me.
Because then I'll hate me too.

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Not love.

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