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They say I should age gracefully, stay thin, and never forget my makeup. But what if I’m happiest in sweatpants, with messy hair and a bare face? This poem is a reminder that being ‘good enough’ starts with being real.
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She was the one who made you laugh at yourself, who brought the good wine and the best advice. Trailblazing, authentic, and carefree — this is how she’ll be remembered.
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“They see strength. They see survival. But they don’t see the nights I spend crying myself to sleep, doubting every step. In a world that demands resilience, this is what it’s like to wear the mask of being ‘strong.’”
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I never saw myself here — sitting in this place, trying to numb the pain. I hoped for a top-shelf margarita, but I keep settling for well tequila. Maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.
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There is nothing like hearing someone you love is getting married. You want to be happy for them—you are happy for them—but when you’ve lived through the wreckage of divorce, joy and grief arrive hand in hand. Their love story lights a spark of hope, but inside you’re left trembling, haunted by your own heartbreak…
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I didn’t just twist my ankle; I didn’t just scrape my knee. This isn’t a “Rub some dirt in it” Kind of pain. This isn’t a broken bone, This isn’t surgery recovery. No – this feels like My chest ripped open,My heart torn out. This is the hurt people sing about. The kind that lingers,The…
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What’s worse than heartbreak? The not-knowing. The half-truths and lingering doubts that make moving on impossible. Break It Right is a raw, confessional poem about craving a clean break—even if it hurts more—because at least then the pain would bring clarity.
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A raw and honest poem about love, loss, and the fear of losing yourself again while capturing the pull of toxic love and the journey back to yourself.
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A voice can be more than sound—it can be an anchor. In my worst moments, yours has been the one place I’ve felt safe, the one place I could still feel like a child again in a world that demanded I grow up too soon.
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I thought stability was happiness – until losing him taught me what living was.
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Lyrical Logic 