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Letter from Ex-girlfriend.

Nothing is perfect about what we’ve got…nothing really. We weren’t supposed to even know each other but we did. I was like the one girl you shouldn’t talk to but coincidences took over and you were mine. I think I loved you like no one has and you eventually got tired? I don’t know but you left at some point and that was the angriest I have ever been. It didn’t take time getting over you and all but deep down I know I still wanted you and it hurt so much seeing you come back with an apology for what you did but rejecting you cause of the anger I had. That wasn’t supposed to happen but it did. And I was with someone else being treated ‘how I’m supposed to be treated’ (says society) but each time you came back I lost control for a while and eventually I gave in cause baby you’ve changed…for the better for me and all this time you didn’t give up and you have almost no idea what that means to me I really am stuck on you. Not supposed to happen but knowing you does that to me. And now I still get lost and not know what to talk about I can’t control my anger and stuff but that changes nothing cause none of this was supposed to happen…more like nothing is perfect or even right about us and no matter how people feel about it I don’t care. I believe in something and that’s really it. 🖤

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A Brave and Startling Truth

By Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

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Coz that’s why I love you

I don’t really understand you
Maybe that’s why I like you
Or liked you
Or will like you
All I feel is how am gonna get passed tense moments like the one we gonna have on the next week or before
How am I gonna get you to understand me, when we live on a different time line?
When you told me the answers, before I asked the questions
How are you gonna get me? when the only thing you got from me was confusions
How would you define me,
When I never really existed in your definitions ?
When all my treasured moments doesn’t coincide with the thesaurus of your dictionary?
When your measurements couldn’t really specifies all my memories ?
That’s when I loved you
You were time
And I am gonna be the thought inside a confused mind


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A new Chapter, A new Year

As another chapter is closed
As another page is turned to make the present past
The present that will lead to a future that is never constant
A constant that is evaporating
Evaporating with all the obstacles, war and journey of the passing chapter
And so I pick up the remains of the ending chapter
With the anticipation of finding you in the next
With the desire you would be the constant that doesn’t evaporate
But instead that condenses with time and faith
Faith that the next chapter is filled with fulfilled dreams and love
Faith that we’re strong like a rock
As the new chapter is beginning and the old one is ending
I hope that this chapter is memorable
Hope that we leave more than our handprints
Now is the beginning of a new journey
A new chapter, A new year

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On Valentine’s Day

This Valentine’s Day
I got nothing much to give you
I don’t have much money
I got no gifts or roses to offer
but on this day,
I want to offer you something,
something I’ve never given any other girl,
something sacred,
this something is very delicate,
it is unique on its own way
something every girl looks for
but I’d say no girl seems to find it;
what is this something?
It’s something that needs tender care
something to be treasured even after death
but first, promise me that you won’t let it spoil
please promise me that you’ll do justice to it
because this something is my heart and I want to share it with you on this day and forever.