Fresh.

I wanna start fresh...

and forget this place, the wicked world I live in,
but not forget how glorious and essential it was to me.

Forget the memories that make me weak and sad,
but not forget the memories that are an anchor to my strength.

Forget the people who caused me pain,
but not forget those who were with me in heavy rain.

Forget my past, mistakes, and regrets,
but not forget the lessons I learned from them.

Forget the days when I cried silently, not aloud,
but not forget the same days that make me strong.

Forget the old me, find myself and explore,
and emerge and shine as never before.

This is why
I wanna start fresh.

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How Could It Be...

It's not your fault that beautiful and
convincing words squeezed their way through
the gaps between their teeth into your ears.
It's not your fault that your ears swallowed
words with hope, simply because your eyes
saw something promising.
It's not your fault for believing in someone so
believable.
How could it be your fault when they had
their best poker face on, luring you to lay all of
your cards down because it was just a game to
them and not a journey?
How could it be your fault when you did
not fall foolishly into the same old, but were
blindsided by something different from an
angle you didn't expect fake love to take?
How could it be your fault for loving how you
were supposed to love?
How east it is for us to blame our hearts for
falling into the wrong arms, but quickly forget
how strong and safe those arms appeared to
be?
It is not your fault for falling for a good liar
when they had every appearance of love...
Please stop blaming yourself, and learn to get
up after you've been fooled.

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Best Shot.

It is not her love coming to an end,
she will always have love tucked underneath
her rib cage.
This is another failed love attempt reaching its
last page,
a relationship fading into the image of a
memory.
and a woman understanding that it is not her
job to plant, water, and harvest love in a man
all at once,
especially one who doesn't want to taste the
goodness of her love.

All that matters now is that
she gave it her best shot,
another bullet wound from someone
she handed the gun to.




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What was the catch...

Your Fingers held tightly to the wrongs of her

past,

making her feel that she made mistakes by

taking the wrong paths.

You somehow thought it was right to use her

 transparency as a weapon

to imprison the secrets that spilled from her

vulnerability.

What did you want as a ransom when all that

she could give you became yours?

How does someone give you their soul,

yet you give them your soulless love,

begging for her heart to make it prisoner?

What was the catch in making her feel safe,

only to use your insecurities to terrorize her?

What were you after?



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Wanting Better...

She did not just fall out of love,
she was constantly pushed over the edge,
weak from the tireless attempts to save the
very thing you kept killing.

She did not fall out of love,
her heart was deprived of everything good she
brought to the table until her malnourished
soul learned that it's better to lose a love story
than to end the story of her love.

She did not fall out of love,
she kept tripping over the knives you tongue
set on the path, and bled too much to find
strength to get up.

She did not fall out of love,
she fell in love
with wanting better. 



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