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We all needed that heartbreak because heartbreak changes us and makes us stronger, there's no healing if there's no wound.
Rejection is Protection:
The silence in my thoughts,
Where an obsession lived there before,
Meanwhile he tries to come towards,
Where I’ve buried them all,
I remember us young and full of laughs,
Crying and fighting growing towards the ghosting of hearts,
Cruel pain is all that remained when suffering the consequences.
Which made me into the person that I am,
A loss so great that I wonder why I miss him.
When he tried to drown the good within me,
With indifference there’s a cost,
I’d tossed a coin both sides love and anger,
Gambling away all of my pride,
Where I had scared him with frustration,
That his heart did not flutter if my name would appear,
Scaring him away with the need for closure,
Needless paragraphs wasting our time,
We both wrote them long,
for me to stay and for him to go,
For him to think of me that way.
Needy and frail when it had not been,
He had only been the one to turn me so,
Then I thank the stars each day,
That I pushed him away,
For I was too blind in love,
Clinging on for my dear life,
To realise that rejection is protection,
With his absence I am grateful for the lesson.

Title: Half of the story.

“You don’t know half of the story”
Did you smile every time you lied?
Did you feel my tears on your face when it rained?
Did you feel the cold wind blow through your soul?
“You don’t know half of the story” is what you told me,
If I didn’t have your every love and thought in my best interest,
I wouldn’t still be waiting for you to be my friend,
I just wanted to open that door again,
But you paint me as a villain,
And since you asked ever so nicely,
There’s one more stage of heartbreak,
Everyone’s forgotten that we’re all hard wired for vengeance,
My need for revenge almost destroyed me,
And the best story of them all,
Is that mine can still be silenced by you,
If I am the guilty one, then feel free to choose to be;
Telling your side of our story,
Where you forget it was my heart that broke in half,
Remember though it was my soul you could never have stolen.
The half of our story, the one you never tell to avoid the guilt you’ll never feel,
Silence is the best revenge,
Moving on is the better end,
Erasing my half of our story as if we had never met at all,
So there’ll never be a story for us to tell.

Star crossed ✨

He’s the only thought,
In the morning,
In the day,
At night,
And every time I’m busy.

He’s the fight,
He’s the sky,
He’s the moon,
He’s the sight,
He’s the cry,
He’s the reason,
He’s been loving me,
All wrong,
He’s the reason,
We’re star crossed,
And the runner,
In our twin flame situation,
I’m loving him,
Even though it’s over,
Even though the sky doesn’t fall,
And the moon doesn’t shine so bright,
And the sun isn’t as light,
He’s star crossed,
And I’m chasing,
And always missing,
He’s star crossed,
Loving me,
All wrong.

Innocently in love,
Dangerously done with fighting,
Dancing with the devil,
Got all these angels promising me things,
The rhythm, the Melody and the beat,
Is so done with me,
Demons in my head telling us we’re over,
Holding onto hope, something my heart wished for,
My head knew all along,
The lying and the cheating,
The guilt is so strong,
It was in the air,
Give me a mask,
I don’t want the news,
Or the abuse,
Or the bruises,
Or the viruses,
Innocently in love,
Standing still with my demons suffocating me,
I can’t breathe,
So please just stay away from me,
Clearly I’m no priority,
I’ll silently forget the mistakes we made,
Fade out of your life,
The backgrounds looking so neat,
You ain’t even clean,
I’ve been meaning to tell you,
But how to do you express yourself,
To someone who knows what he’s doing,
Innocently in love,
But he’s no good and he’s not in love with me.

Rachel Falls is quite attached to her writing job working for the local newspaper but what happens when she accidently uncovers a murder mystery? She meets Isaac one day whilst observing the history section of the library until one day she must write a ghost story, what happens when the librarian tells her she's been talking to herself?

I have written a poem inspired from a scene from my upcoming novel

Cold Room of Wings:

My limbs cold,
From the ice swirling in the air,
Anyone could easily,
Snap a joint right off,
That’s how it feels,
When you toy with my heart,
Cold room of wings,
Remember when you tore them off?
You locked them in here,
Instead of letting me fly,
You couldn’t make me stay,
When I needed to leave,
So you scarred the best parts of me,
A knife ran down my back,
Didn’t wince when I cried out in pain,
You still have yours.
You fly around the sky,
You do whatever you want,
The wind carries you to places,
I only ever dream of,
I’m chained to the ground,
Living in my perpetual Hell,
I cannot really breathe or tell you how I feel,
Although the guilt eats me alive,
You’d never understand,
That I’m living dead,
Only living a life I dream for in my head,
Would you open your mind and give me back my wings or would you keep my freedom locked away, in the cold room of Hell.

Favourite kiss:

Books rested on the shelves,
Minding their own business,
I was so nervous,
Backing out of a dare,
We agreed on last night.

Staring deep into your ocean eyes,
Sun shining over them,
Like the diamonds that float in the sea,
I rambled,
Your hands on my face,
Shocking my heart in place,
Stepping closer,
My back up against the window,
You gave me,
What I call,
My favourite kiss.

My Air:

We were naked,
I stripped first,
Then waited for you,
To join me,
In this skinny dipping.

This water was supposed to,
Wash away,
All of our sins,
The moon light,
Glistened on your skin,
then I felt like,
I was sinking,
You pulled me,
To the surface,
You were my air,
Arms bare on my chest,
No heart beats left,
Clinging to my bitter despair,
The drowning: the theft of my hope,
I was saved when you shared your,
Life line,
You were my air.

Lover

Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Darling tell me,
Who will steal my heart?
When I’ve been working on,
Getting it back,
For so long?

And do I get a break?
To love myself,
With a healed heart,
Who could it beat for?
Who could give me,
Butterflies?
If they eat the salt?
From dead things,
If they can learn to fly,
After crawling,
In their past lives?
Could I earn the right,
To gain a lover,
That would stay this time?

I wouldn’t be a sheep,
That only followed,
Or buy into societies deception,
Or shackle myself to the government,
In the disguise of a domestic affair,
Run or chase after the adversity of,
A simple lover,
Become bored with the regret of never,
Taking the risk of confessing,
Of my very wish of an adventure,
Climbing the highest mountain,
Jump from out of the sky,
Hearts racing,
Feet’s dangling in the air,
Passionate kissing and missing the,
Soul searching entanglement of,
A star crossed lover.

Poem from my upcoming poetry book called ‘Twin Flame’.

A sneak peak 🙈😊

Titled - In my Dreams

I visualise,
You in my mind,
I pretend,
To fast forward time.
My bridal dress cream,
In my day dream,
In reality;
Something blue,
Something borrowed,
Something old,
Sadness by the assumption of your unrequited love,
Heart races at the possibility but our history is the reason I lie,
And deny.
Protect myself until tonight.
You have me swooning and smiling,
Yet I’m still staring at the moon with regret.
In my nightmares,
I’m revealed, vulnerable.
Scenes in my head:
I’m begging on my knees,
I’m so sorry,
I’d wait a million years,
Even my soul knows,
I can’t let you go.
In my dreams:
We’re in a different place,
All I see is your face,
And there’s no space,
In my dreams and right before I sleep,
Our memories remind me of why,
I’m loving you,
Permanently.

Poem from my upcoming poetry book - Alcoholic

Nostalgia;
I think of how I used you,
Guilt runs through,
My blood,
I abused;
All my excuses.
Now I miss a bond,
That I took advantage of,
You’re not innocent,
You gaslighted me,
When I was in the dark,
Now all I can see,
good without you,
There shouldn’t have been us,
me and you,
Regrets in my mind,
Shouldn’t have loved you,
Should have set fire,
To our romance,
When we met,
Fate had us bet,
Who would break,
Live in misery,
But I’m not the one,
Drinking heavily.

A preview for my upcoming poetry book called Twin Flame.

The flight;

Hands on my face,
Eyes closed,
A tortured smile stretched,
Tears trying to escape,
Heavy feelings in my chest,
Cruel Thoughts race through my head.

Lies,
Beaded through the air,
I wanted to believe you,
But why would I trick my heart,
When my eyes clearly could not,
Undo your truth.

Apologies could not,
Unbreak the pain your words caused,
I’m difficult,
I’m different,
If I am even worthy of love?
Your insecurities ruined this,
Your silence makes me run,
You wanted my patience,
I couldn’t give you my trust.

Karma waits in the dark,
For the people I’ve hurt,
Let them watch,
As it kicks me down,
But I’ll put up a fight,
Because I’m worth,
The flight,
Even if flying,
Takes some time.

Poem by me - It hurts

It hurts,
More than my heart,
It stings my skin,
It aches my limbs,
It numbs my mind,
My tears won’t fall,
And I was not wrong,
For trying,
I was brave,
For allowing love,
Risking for him to take my heart,
When I would previously keep it and leave,
And now that he had so greedily taken it,
He ungratefully broke it,
As though my heart was fragile,
As glass,
As though,
Lightning had come to take back,
Its sand.
I was ready for truth,
I was prepared for happiness,
I was surprised by purity,
I didn’t have my weapon’s ready,
He healed my thick skin,
Softened my steel,
So, when he burst my bubble,
with a pin, the bubble that protected me,
I could not see that I would lose,
Something I had clearly grown attached too,
But I’ll change my colours, patterns and the details of who I am, I could lose him, but I could never lose me. It hurts, it wounds but my armour is stronger.