emotional

Victim of Coincidence

This is probably going to be a category in itself cause I got these ideas from WebComics I read that was interesting.

Is this why we talk
You mention her as my other half
Though I chose a different path
Understanding, caring, not manipulative like her.

Is this why we talk
You stare at me with a smile
I smile back, but I feel unease,
My heart enjoys our time together
But do you see me...do you?

(Its not her face you see right...Please let tha not be it)    

Is this why we talk
Do you look at me with her face,
Wondering if only she was like this,
I try to not let it bother me,
Cause who cares "I'm the better version"

(He's not using me is he...I hope not)

Is this why we talk
Closer each day I feel we get,
A false facade that's been lit,
Didn't care I felt happy...felt at peace.

(He was mine...The only one I needed)

I knew it as never gonna happen,
Yet I stayed and went along,
I don't feel played not at all,
This was just a sign that I needed happiness all along.

(Even if I wasn't the only sharing it with him)
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Anxious Attachments

Created: 23/08/12

Attachment anxiety, a weight within my 
chest,
A constant fear of love's fragile test, Apart 
from you, my heart's in a bind, Anxious 
thoughts swirling in my mind.

A longing for closeness, a need to be near,
Drowning in worry, consumed by my fear,
What if you leave, what if you go?
A relentless unease that continues to grow.

In your embrace, I find solace and peace,
But in separation, my worries increase,
A cycle of doubt, a relentless fight,
Attachment anxiety, a constant plight. 

Yet, I strive for balance, for love that's true,
To ease the grip of fear's cruel view, with
patience and care, I aim to find, A love
that's secure, gentle, and kind.
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Deceptive Embrace: Unmasking Love Bombing

23/7/20

In a realm of deceit, where shadows dance, 
There lies a tactic, a cruel romance.
Love bombing, it's called, a manipulative art,
A toxic allure, a deceitful sweetheart.

With honeyed words and gestures grand, 
They sweep you up in their cunning plan.
Like a whirlwind of affection, they draw you near, 
But beware, my friend, for danger lurks here.

They shower you with praise, a captivating spell,
Their affection overwhelms, like a sweet-scented swell.
They whisper promises, make you feel adored, 
But beneath the surface, a trap is carefully stored.

Love bombing, a facade, a twisted embrace, 
Designed to bind you in a tight, suffocating space.
Their affections, like petals, wilt and fade, 
Leaving you broken, vulnerable, betrayed.

Their love is a weapon, a manipulative game, 
To control your thoughts, your actions, your name.
They prey on your vulnerabilities, exploit your desire,
Leaving you lost, consumed by the fire.

But listen, dear heart, do not be swayed,
For love should be gentle, not a game to be played.
Recognize the signs, the false promises they bring, 
And break free from the chains of their insidious string

Hold onto your worth, your strength, and your voice, 
Don't let their love bombing drown out your choice.
In the face of their tactics, stand tall and strong, 
For true love is patient, it would never steer you wrong.

So, shield your heart, be cautious, be wise,
Don't let love bombing cloud your clear skies.
Find love that's authentic, built on trust and respect, 
And let manipulative tactics be forever in retrospect.
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Emotional Reflection

In the wake of a fleeting flame’s demise,
A kaleidoscope of feelings does arise.
The situationship now fades away,
Leaving behind a bittersweet display.

First, a pang of sorrow softly weeps,
As cherished memories the heart still keeps.
The laughter shared, the stolen glances,
Now dwell in the realm of lost chances.

Regret, a specter, dances in the mind,
Questioning what could have been defined.
The road untaken, paths left unexplored,
Now cast adrift, no longer in accord.

Loneliness casts its somber, shadowed spell,
A void that only time can hope to quell.
The absence lingers, an empty space,
Yearning for warmth, a familiar embrace.

Yet amidst the melancholy’s embrace,
A glimmer of liberation finds its place.
The weight of uncertainty lifts its hold,
As newfound freedom begins to unfold.

For in the end, a situationship confined,
Cannot contain a spirit unrestrained, unbind.
Embracing lessons learned from this affair,
A stronger heart emerges, brave and aware.

With grace, acceptance takes its rightful throne,
For endings pave the way for the unknown.
The future beckons with its open door,
An opportunity to grow and explore.

So let the feelings ebb and flow their course,
Each emotion finding solace and remorse.
For in the tapestry of life’s grand design,
Endings, too, hold a beauty all their own.

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Resilience Reborn

Prompt: Therapist: “Please we don’t want to hurt you.”

Patient: (Remembering every horrid thing they’ve been through finally screaming) Hurt…hurt me?  You will never hurt me again!!!

 

In a therapist’s gentle room, a patient seeks solace,
A heart weighed down, burdened by pain’s endless chase.
The therapist, with tender care, implores with concern,
“Please, we don’t want to hurt you,” their words softly yearn.

But deep within the patient’s soul, a tempest does ignite,
Memories of horrors endured, piercing through the night.
Every wound, every torment, etched upon their mind,
A haunting reel of suffering, too cruel and unkind.

Then, in a moment of truth, the dam finally breaks,
A scream of defiance, a vow that no one forsakes.
“Hurt me? Hurt me?” the patient’s voice resounds,
A declaration born from strength, no longer bound.

For within their battle-hardened spirit, a fire ignites,
A flame of resilience, burning through darkest nights.
The therapist listens, witnessing their soul unfold,
Touched by the rawness, the story yet untold.

“You will never hurt me again!” echoes through the air,
A proclamation of triumph, breaking free from despair.
In those words, a rebirth, a reclamation of power,
A testament to the patient’s resilience, hour after hour.

And the therapist, understanding the depths of the plea,
Respects the journey, as only a guide can truly see.
Together they walk, hand in hand, through healing’s door,
Creating a haven where wounds find solace and restore.

In that sacred space, where vulnerability finds its due,
A poem of survival blooms, crafted by hearts anew.
A testament to the patient’s courage, to their unyielding might,
For within their wounded soul, a warrior takes flight.

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Silent Solace: Crying as an Expression

quote: “Crying is just the way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken your heart is.”

Tears gently fall, a silent stream,
When words fail to convey what the heart has seen,
Crying, a language of the eyes so deep,
Unveiling the pain, the wounds that we keep.

In the depths of sorrow, a heart left shattered,
When life's storms have battered and scattered,
The tears become whispers, a voice in disguise,
Expressing the anguish that words can't comprise.

For crying is a symphony, a soul's lament,
When grief runs deep, emotions unbent,
Each tear, a melody, a tale untold,
A language of pain, where secrets unfold.

In the realm of tears, the heart finds release,
A moment to heal, to find inner peace,
For when words fall short, emotions concealed,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's truest shield.

Through tear-stained eyes, the truth finds its way,
In the unspoken sorrow, where pain holds sway,
When the world seems broken, the heart left scarred,
Crying becomes the bridge, where healing is marred.

So let the tears flow, let them gently speak,
For they carry the weight of the heart so weak,
In each drop, a story, a depth of despair,
Crying becomes the language, a heart's heartfelt prayer.

For when the mouth falters, unable to explain,
The eyes become poets, revealing the pain,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's embrace,
A testament to strength, in vulnerability's grace.

So let the tears fall, let them freely flow,
For they hold the power, the heart's overflow,
Crying, a language of the soul's broken art,
Speaking volumes when the mouth can't impart.

In the symphony of tears, the heart finds release,
Through silent weeping, the brokenness finds peace,
For crying is just the way, the eyes' gentle plea,
When words fail to express the heart's agony.

 

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Yearning for Love’s Embrace

Quote: “There’s a big difference between not being able to live without someone loving them.”

There's a big difference, profound and true,
Between not being able, and meeting you.
To live without love, a soul left to roam,
But with someone's affection, finding a home.

In the tapestry of life, love weaves its thread,
Binding hearts together, where desires are fed.
Without that embrace, a withering flower,
Longing for love's touch, every passing hour.

The yearning runs deep, like an ocean’s tide,
To be cherished, to be loved, by your side.
Existence alone, a mere empty shell,
But with love’s embrace, a story to tell.

For love is the essence, the life-giving breath,
A force that conquers the fear of death.
To be seen, to be treasured, in another’s gaze,
It brings solace and joy, in love’s endless maze.

So let us not falter, let us not forget,
The power of love, in a world so beset.
For without someone’s love, we’re incomplete,
But with their affection, our souls find retreat.

Not being able to live without love’s sweet kiss,
Is a testament to the depths of bliss.
In a world where love is a precious treasure,
It fills us with purpose, brings us boundless pleasure.

So embrace that difference, let it be known,
Love’s power to transform, to call it our own.
For not being able to live without love’s flame,
Is the essence of life, and why we came.
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Risus Absentis

In moments when my presence wanes,
When solitude's embrace remains,
Recall the foolish words we'd share,
To soothe the ache of absence's glare.

Think not of absence, but of wit,
The jovial banter, bit by bit,
For though I'm distant, far away,
My spirit dances, free to play.

Imagine laughter in the air,
a symphony of jests we'd share,
In every word, a tender thread,
To gently mend what time has shed.

Let silly tales and jests resound,
Within your heart, let mirth abound,
For though we're parted, side by side,
The echoes linger, cannot hide.

So let my voice, in memories stored,
Bring solace when emotions pour,
May laughter guide you weary soul,
And tears dissolve in humor's roll.

Though absent now, I'm not truly gone,
In jests and quips, I still live on,
So let these words, a comforting balm,
Transform your tears into a calming psalm.
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The Vanishing Spectrum

The color slowly drains from my eyes
As emotions overwhelm and paralyze
My heart beats faster, my breaths are short
The weight of feelings I can no longer support

The world around me turns to gray
As the hues of life slowly fade away
The vibrancy of the world now lost
As the heaviness of emotions becomes the cost

The sadness, the anger, the fear
Mix together, no longer clear
Blinding me, overwhelming me
Draining the colors, that once made me see

My eyes grow heavy with the weight
Of emotions that I can no longer escape
I want to scream, I want to cry
But my voice is silenced, as the colors die

The world becomes a canvas, blank and white
As the colors fade, taking away the light
The emotional overload, draining my sight
Until I’m left in darkness, without any fight.

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