Someone take this broken beating thing in my chest
Take away the anxiety and pain
It’s like today is yesterday
And I haven’t healed any
I feel like I’m grasping at the straws
Struggling to breathe through the water again
I’m so sick of my feelings
So tired of feeling anything at all
My dreams betray my thoughts
I see your face once again,
Feel your skin beneath my fingertips
Some days I just want to cry
Scream at the top of my lungs
And learn to forget the sound of your voice
Am I doomed to feel like this forever
So broken and consumed
So wrapped up in every thought and memory about you
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Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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Alisha, I hope everything becomes ok for your heart. Ik sometimes the pain seems unbearable and we want to leave everything; we want to be a no-one. But, time... The biggest healer heals our deepest wounds... Your poem ain't written with 'pen', it's written with pain.. I loved it 💖