Love,
A light at the end of the tunnel,
It’s why I cherish it so much,
Long for my next meeting,
Because in all the darkness in my life,
The one thing that gave me light,
Was love,
Made everything around me light,
When it was once dark,
But as quickly as it’s been given,
It’s taken,
Stolen by the same person who gave it,
With a knife in my back,
I’m bleed of that light,
Light drained from my eyes,
Till once again,
All I see is darkness…
Author: Aidan Christopher Heim
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Isn’t it ironic,
How living life fully,
Is actually more about taking things in moderation,
How all of something is too much,
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Is it bad that I just want you to know,
I want you to know the pain that you caused,
And acknowledge it at least,
The hurt you caused me,
The lies and anger you took out on me,
Anger because you were lying,
The manipulation and gaslighting you used to do when we were drunk,
Sometimes even sober,
Where I’d fold everytime,
So you’d finally stop being angry with me,
The way you took advantage of me,
Only loving me on your terms,
Pulling me in and out of your life,
However you felt,
On and off,
How I always gave you space when you asked,
And you took advantage of it,
Now I’m the one left with the scars…
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Cuddled up laughing till we cried,
On your bed,
With some random movie on,
That we’ll never end up actually watching,
A couple drinks away,
From a fight you start,
Where I calmly explain myself,
While you yell at me till I give up,
5 feet away from a hole your ex punch in your wall,
For that I wrote off all you’re toxic traits,
Stayed patient with you,
Saw the good in you,
And you repaid me with lies and deceit,
Anger and resentment,
I stayed for too long,
I just hope I can truly heal from it…
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The one thing in this world I cherish more then anything else,
Given and taken away,
Reciprocated and betrayed,
Cherished and stabbed,
Love…
All I’ve ever asked for,
And yet I’m unlovable,
Cherished and yet handed off,
Accepted and given up on,
Broken and demonized,
Hurt and lied too,
Manipulated and used,
Gaslit and set a float,
When all I did was love,
Something I cherished,
But because of someone else,
May never get to feel again…
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The other day I told my coworker that we broke up,
And before I could utter a sentence,
She began to bash me for the first words I chose,
In an attempt to try and explain it,
She wouldn’t even let me talk another word,
I tried but few words uninterrupted only fueled her opinionated and uninformed argument,
Till it was too much,
And I just went to the bathroom and cried,
When it was brought up again,
It didn’t help when all of my coworkers hopped in,
But I shut down long before I could convey how much I regret it,
They riddled me with why’s,
Why would you break up with her,
She’s beautiful,
Looking at the picture on my phone they insisted on seeing,
“What’s wrong with you?!”
The line that truly broke me,
Because it was a question I had been trying to answer myself…
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You have to make sure you’re at balance between action and inaction,
Too much action and you risk the consequences of impulsivity,
Not thinking enough through what you’re doing and ending up doing the wrong thing,
Wanting results so bad that you become impatient and miss the right timing,
Or not enough action,
Inaction where you risk the pleague of procrastination,
Ending up never doing it at all,
Losing the belief you could ever do it at all…