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A.

Poetry

Feels good to smile

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Little hearts love me innocently.
Little hands hug me genuinely.
Little faces smile at me sweetly.
Little feet run to me eagerly.
Little bodies bring me joy unknowingly.
Little packages contain huge blessings daily.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: May 2 2017
Originally published: May 2 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


Poetry

A fresh start

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I will not worry myself
with such things,
for in time I will forget
the routine that had become
such an important part of my life.

I gave you what I could —
my time, my love, my patience,
my appreciation, my admiration,
my acceptance.

I never asked you
to be anything but yourself.
I loved all of you
but it was not enough.
Sadly, I was never
what you really wanted.

I should have saved my heart
for someone more deserving.
I will have to replace this pain
with something more meaningful
starting today.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A ~ I.R.B
Contents compiled: May 1 2017
Originally published: May 1 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


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