Poetry

Let’s be friends

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You chased me.
You made me feel amazing.
You made me think
what we had
was the best you ever had.

I actually thought so too
then you tossed me aside.
Now you want to be friends.
You say I’m your best friend.

You say this is
the best friendship
you ever had.
But how am I
supposed to be friends
with someone who
made me feel used?

This is not a friendship,
I was just a placeholder
for the void you needed filled.
I was just there to give you
what you couldn’t get from her.

This is not fun, it’s pure agony.
It’s time for me to move on.
It’s time for me to realize
you used me.
It’s time for me to admit
you made a fool of me.

It’s time for you to know
what you did is not ok.
It’s time for you to understand
you took advantage
of my brokenness.

You can’t break my heart
then expect me to be smile
at all your little jokes.
This isn’t funny, it’s pure hell.
My broken heart is real.

No, we cannot be friends.

 

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Image 1 + 2 source: Google images
Contents compiled: April 30 2017
Originally published: April 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

This hurts

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Maybe one day
My struggles
would be over.

Maybe one day
I wouldn’t have to be
someone’s charity case.

Maybe one day
This awful feeling
would go away.

Maybe one day,
God willing,
I’ll finally be ok.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A ~ I.R.B
Contents compiled: April 25 2017
Originally published: April 25 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Uncategorized

Your words…

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Your words —
They caress mind,
Stimulate my soul,
Awaken my senses.

I find you lurking
In all my thoughts
Seeping into my subconscious
Captivating my every waking moment.

My many broken pieces,
They do not scare you.
Instead, you draw closer
Wrapping me in the blanket of your love.

In your caring soul,  I find safety.
In your sweet smile,  I find hope.
In your alluring voice,  I find wisdom.
In your blue eyes,  I see myself anew.

My days of late, feel Enchanted,
As though inside a fairytale,
With mystical unicorns,
And Knights on white horses.

Can I be your damsel in distress?
Can I fall helplessly into your arms?
Will you rescue me from all my pain?
Will you love me, all of me, scars and all?

Meeting you has been a nice surprise.
I’m honored to be your friend, your ear,
And utterly delighted to be your muse.
Who knows what tomorrow holds?

But until then I’ll simply sit here
Completely intoxicated
And hopelessly mesmerized
By your words…


Contents written: April 9 2016 | Originally published:  April 9 2016   |   Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Poetry

Building Bridges…

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The bridges we build
Can lead us to places unknown.
Friendships that become
more than just a passing glance
can start with just a simple smile.

A polite “Hello” or “How are you? ”
can lead to a mutual understanding.
Things we have in common
are what binds us together
and makes us feel like we belong.
No one wants to feel alone.
We are all pieces of a large puzzle,
each of us having a unique purpose.

The bridges we build
need not be traveled alone,
for we can all use a hand to hold.
But if a bit of solitude is necessary,
please don’t break those bridges down
after you’ve crossed,
for others may want to follow
in your footsteps.

Be proud of your journey,
and remember to be present
in all the moments of your life.
May the bridges you cross
lead you to your destiny.
May your life story
keep traveling
long after you’ve passed on
from this world,
continuing to build bridges
as did you.

 


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: August 26 2016
Originally published: August 30 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises