She was so easy to read,
So easy to predict,
Yet in that moment,
I wasn’t sure what my next step should be.
I looked at her,
I wanted her,
Even knowing I had hurt her.
She stood there, shocked, helpless,
and deep inside;
I knew I could never have her.

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In that moment,
I just wanted to stare at her,
To look at her with all my heart.
But she caught my gaze,
Bewildered by the weight of it.
I laughed it off,
Saying I was just trying to get something,
Out of my eye,
Without blinking.

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Those eyes terrified me today.
The ones that once carried love
now hold devastation.
I understand her fears,
but how do I help her
face them?

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Thank you for holding my thoughts
In a place where I can return,
Read them over and over,
And wonder—
Did I truly write this?

My notepads and diaries found their rest
When I found you.
Now I can add pictures,
And share with the world
What once stayed hidden,
Locked only within me.

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The emotions are still raw
From our last conversation.
I know you didn’t mean
Any of those words—
My heart believes that.
But how do I quiet my mind?

I want to be yours,
Forever and always.
But how can I,
If you will not let me in?

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Is it just me,
Or does everyone feel this too?

At times, not a single word will come.
And at others,
Every emotion crowds the page at once.

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Sending a letter to you,
Now that I’m too tired to keep them.
There are bundles,
Written day after day,
But never sent.

Read Caption!

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Letters are so underrated,
I want my husband,
To give me,
His hand written letters,
His notes of I love you here and there,
His little versions of what he is thinking,
What he wants from Me,
But cannot tell me in person,
I want that old school love.

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Brings out the best,
And also the worst in me.
The love where I do not have to,
Keep a check on my emotions,
Where it flows,
As freely,
As a river flows.

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belongs to me,
And only me—
No shadow in between,
No hand to shake my trust away.

But then,
He has done nothing wrong,
Nothing to cause this doubt.
So is it his love that feels less,
Or is it me
Drowning in my own overthinking?

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