free verse
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I hope you wonder if I’m thinking about you. I hope my name finds its way into your quiet moments, when the world finally stops asking so much of you. Because that’s where you find me. In the silence. In the songs. In the spaces between heartbeats where missing someone feels louder than words. If…
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You didn’t ask to become my favorite thought. You just did. Slowly. Like sunrise. Like fire that doesn’t realize it’s burning the whole forest until everything is glowing. Now every version of tomorrow wears your face. Every dream borrows your voice. And every piece of me that once knew how to be alone… Doesn’t remember…
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I used to think poems were made of metaphors. Turns out… They’re made of people. Of the ones who leave fingerprints on your soul without ever touching it. Now every page starts with your name, even when I don’t write it. Every ending sounds like hope. And every love poem is just another way of…
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If you knew how often I reached for my phone just to see your name… Would it scare you? Or would you smile, knowing someone’s heart has learned the rhythm of your existence? I carry you like a favorite secret. Not hidden. Protected. Because some things are too beautiful to leave in careless hands.
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I used to think healing meant forgetting. That one day the memories wouldn’t hurt. The scars wouldn’t ache. The past wouldn’t whisper my name. But maybe healing isn’t becoming someone new. Maybe it’s learning to love the person who survived. The one who stayed. The one who fought. The one who kept choosing tomorrow even…
Between Bruises and Blooms 