I am the placeholder for something, someone, better
The one you love and lust for
The one whose smile takes you home
I will never be her
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Sara Teasdale, from The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale; "From The Sea,"
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"Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all."
- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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“I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.”
— David Levithan, Every You, Every Me
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-Rumi
I learned the hard way that love was never meant for me.
Unwanted, abandoned and alone
I lay awake and mourn
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"What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought."
— Akif Kichloo
Melancholy lurks just out of sight
Arsenals of damning thoughts
Descend upon my consciousness
Nullifying sanity
Essence of what once was me
Sacrificed to illness
Sorrow wins again
You write of love and I burn with envy
Yearning, dreaming, but also knowing…
It will always be out of my reach
The energy of wisdom echos through my hollow home
Where children hide and monsters roam
Finding corridors and locked wings
Where secrets lurk and cage birds sing
Fractured windows, distorted views
Lessons learned and walls left bruised
They paint over wounds with light pastels
But pigment can’t hide the internal hell
Whittled by callused hands
I found myself
Nicked and sliced
Chiseled down to bone
Leaving only shavings of my soul
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There are stories deep inside me that resonate and make my fingers ache. I hear them cry out for the page and the embrace of ink and eternity.
e.v.e.
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“The strongest people are the ones who are still kind even after the world tore them a part.”
— Raven Emotion
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I know my place
The table is set for one
Empty chairs surround
My seated soul
Alone, always alone
I know my place
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And I wondered what it was like to be chosen.
I was never chosen.
I was a maybe, a probably, sometimes even a definitely but never the one,
never the chosen one.
Unknown