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I am fragile
falling
and breaking
over and over.
I reach out to
lovers
who have left
for another.
I feel
I'm drowning
emerged in
lost hopes,
confused and
mentally
reciting old
and forgotten
tropes.
My trauma
is real
fostering
multiple
heartbreaks,
often I feel
there's
not much more
I can take.
Inside I feel
pushed and pulled
she left me
in the night
once again a fool.
I wonder
if I'll ever
be what
someone needs
their true love
the main one
they want to please.
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About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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Comments (6)
Let your heart run free. We all have been there and survived. You will too. Best of the holidays. Be happy.
Powerful...
A beautiful poem - artistic, relatable
You know Sam… the truth is you remind me so much of my daughter (37 next month) it’s scary. I do get where you’re coming from in general since I see it on a regular basis. She has the worst luck with girlfriends and friends in general. Constant broken heart. Mostly, though, she needs to stop following others lead and take her own path. I hope everything works out for you (and her). 😉
Sad but lovely
Boy, this is so heart-wrenching. But beautifully crafted!