Because you are a good heart

Here's the thing about people with good hearts. They give you excuses when you don't explain yourself. They accept apologies you don't give. They see the best in you when you don't need them to. At your worst, they lift you up, even if it means putting their priorities aside.The word "busy" does not exist in their dictionary. They make time, even when you don't. And you wonder why they're the most sensitive people. You wonder why they're the most caring people. You wonder why they are willing to give so much of themselves with no expectation in return. You wonder why their existence is not so essential to your well-being. It's because they don't make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they've earned, and you accept the love you think you're entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don't become gray out of nowhere. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason. A heart does not turn cold unless it's been treated with coldness for a while.

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What if I read to you a story,

Starting; "Once Upon A Time",

And you realised that it was your life,

Spelt out on every line, Would you hear my voice with wonder, As it brushed across each word, And pray my arms had strength to hold, The truth about your world,

Would your view on life be different, And would it shock you most to find, That the things you thought defined you, Could be summed up in just two lines, And all the ones you took for granted, The ins and outs of every day, Play a bigger part in who you are, Than you'd ever dared to say, Would you wonder at the pages left, And all the places that they'll lead, Then vow to make each moment, One that you'd be proud to read, Because there is a story of your life, But it's you that holds the pen,

And I hope you fill the pages right, Before you reach the end.

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Trapped

I'm my biggest problem I'm my very last hope My patheticness is humbling I still don't know how to cope

My mind is always on the run Yet my body stays forever frozen I always find myself stunned At the paths of which I've chosen

My best never seems good enough My best self can't compete Every single day seems tough My worst self is hard to defeat

Constantly in a state of depression Even when life's going well It's a different kind of oppression Being trapped in your own personal hell

I know things could be worse But things could always be better Thinking I'll only find peace in a hearse Only content when I'm six feet under

I think of all the people id leave behind I think about their sadness But if only they could read my mind Witness my mind's madness

-solicitous_auteur

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i think humans fall in love so easily because we crave things.
we crave the feeling that love brings. the race of heart, the slight adrenaline.
it's a rush.
i don't think we fall in love so to speak, it's more of an infatuation.
we fall in love with a painting and how the colors
swirl and burst.
it brings up emotions we never knew we had.
and when we fall in love with someone we fall in love with their eyes, lips, fingers, the small crinkles around their eyes
when they laugh.
i don't think we fall in love, actual love, with someone until much later.
until after we are done being obsessed. our heart races a little slower, the adrenaline not as strong. but it's still there. always.
it's no longer a crazy ride, though.
it's a strong steady beat. one that we know and are comfortable with, just like how we had become comfortable with the sound
of our hearts beating as one.

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I'm not the kind of beautiful
where you can just look at me and say
"wow."
I'm the kind of beautiful where
I watch sweet movies and brush away tears
then attempt to write sappy poetry
i sing as loud as my lungs allow
when nobody is home
then quietly hum my favorite tune all day long
I get completely absorbed in books
Then feel shattered when it all ends
I'll never abandon a friend
But I'll understand if you'll abandon me
I'm the kind of beautiful that stays up late to watch my favourite show on the history channel
And my chocolate brownie
I'll get dressed and notice my jeans are getting tighter
Then cry while singing my favourite song to cheer me up
I'm the kind of beautiful that
bites my nails to nubs because I get anxiety
And steps out of your way in the hallways
I'm the kind of beautiful that not exactly gorgeous
but beautiful.❤️

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We talk ourselves dizzy
Until we land on the irrevocable truth
We belong together
In just a different time and place
I think we both can see
that if things weren't precisely how they are,
we'd be enough for each other.
but things are precisely how they are
so we clumsily tip-toe around feelings
and tell ourselves it can't be.
but I'm starting to trip and
my slip ups are starting to
cross lines that I can't take back.
and you're starting to bend
and dip into the depths of
overlooked feelings.
i think we both know how
it would end,but it's been simply
marvelling to entertain the idea
of you and me.

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Stop explaining yourself
and telling people everything.
You do not owe anyone
an explanation of what you do.
Your life is yours not theirs.

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Are you in love?
Not romantically,
but in love with yourself, life,
Waking up in the morning,
Smiling, laughing, crying,
growing through life
one second at a time,

going through hardships
and still loving life.

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One reason we get stuck wondering what if the worst thing happens, is because we sometimes worry that the worst is all we deserve.

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When you misunderstand
Chest rise and fall as I see no judgement in your eyes
A jerk back, a blank stare
What stuck in the throat tears roll down
But ignorance of your heart stabs right me hard
When you misunderstand, truth lies
when you misunderstand, love sides
and when you misunderstand you never know the trust knitted so strong
the love embraced so tender
Shake and die a million death
the way you make me feel slips your heart
words withdraw shut in a tight jaw
I cry so hard and wish
for once you could see through
my smile that lasted has taken off with tears
but wishpers leaps, lands with a bruise
when you misunderstand the truth lies
when you misunderstand that love sides
and when you misunderstand you never know the trust knitted so strong
the love embraced so tender
Shake and die a million death
Everytime you question I break
Every time your faith dangles i shatter
I want to know your when,how and why's
where your worries go at the end
but you never see the truth beneath
the love that awaits in me
the trust that I have never broken
and when you misunderstand you never know the trust knitted so strong
the love embraced so tender shake and die a million death

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