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English Poetry 🪶️

Some wounds don't bleed —
they just ache in the silence you keep.

I smile to the world —
and cry in the language only pillows know.

She had the kind of sad —
that only midnight truly understands.

The heaviest thing I carry —
has no weight and no name.

I built walls around my heart —
only to find loneliness was already inside.

Tears are just the heart's way —
of writing what the tongue refuses to say.

Some people leave without a goodbye —
and that silence becomes your loudest memory.

I stopped talking about the pain —
when I realised no one was listening anymore.

There is a version of me —
that died quietly when you stopped caring.

Happiness visits me like a guest —
but sadness has always lived here like a resident.

I keep my feelings folded neatly inside —
like letters I never had the courage to send.

Not all broken things can be fixed —
sometimes you just learn to live around the cracks.

I loved you in a language —
you never learned to read.

You are not just home —
you are every reason I ever wanted to come back.

In a world full of strangers —
you became the most familiar face my soul ever knew.

Even when I lose myself in the crowd —
I find my way back through thoughts of you.

You walked into my life without asking —
and rearranged everything into something beautiful.

My heart is a quiet room —
where only your name echoes.

I wrote a thousand poems in my head —
every single one ended with your name.

Loving you was not a decision —
it was something my soul simply did.

You are the kind of person —
that makes ordinary moments feel like poetry.

I fall in love with you —
a little more in every version of every day.

You are not perfect —
but you are exactly what my imperfect heart needed.

Some people are not destinations —
they are the entire journey you never want to end.

Some goodbyes leave without making a sound —
and the silence they leave behind is deafening.

You were the chapter I kept re-reading —
even after the book burned down.

I don't miss you every day —
I miss you in every quiet moment between every day.

The hardest part was not losing you —
it was losing the version of myself who believed in us.

I gave you a garden and you planted thorns —
then blamed me for bleeding.

You left without taking a single thing —
and somehow I lost everything.

I healed from you the way oceans heal storms —
by absorbing every last drop until it disappeared.

It wasn't the love that broke me —
it was the hope I refused to let go of.

We were a beautiful beginning —
that ran out of story before it reached the middle.

You asked me to be patient —
but patience has a last page too.

Life does not break you —
it reveals which parts of you were always strong.

We spend our whole life looking for meaning —
only to find it was always hidden in the ordinary.

Not all storms come to destroy —
some come to clear the path ahead.

Every ending is just a page turning —
you are still the author of the chapter that follows.

Life is not what happens between birth and death —
it is what happens between the moments you truly feel alive.

The bravest thing you will ever do —
is continue on the days that give you no reason to.

Some lessons arrive gently —
others arrive as everything falling apart at once.

You cannot go back and change the beginning —
but you can start right now and change the ending.

Regret is what happens —
when fear speaks louder than the dream.

Even the longest journey —
started with someone deciding to take the first step.

Loneliness is not the absence of people —
it is the absence of the one who truly sees you.

I am always surrounded by people —
and always the loneliest person in the room.

Some people choose solitude —
and some people have it chosen for them.

I learned to be my own company —
when no one else decided to stay.

The quietest rooms are the ones —
where the loudest sorrows live.

Alone is not always a feeling —
sometimes it is just the truth of where you are.

I have become very good —
at eating silence for dinner.

There is a kind of alone —
that even the loudest music cannot fill.

The strongest people —
are often the ones nobody thought to check on.

What you carry inside —
is heavier than anything you will ever hold in your hands.

The wound that changed you —
was also the one that finally made you real.

There are conversations that happen in silence —
that are louder than any words ever spoken.

The saddest thing about time —
is that it does not wait for you to be ready.

Not all scars are visible —
the deepest ones live somewhere behind the eyes.

We are all just searching for something —
we would not even recognise if we found it.

Growth is the art of becoming someone —
the person you used to be could never have imagined.

Some things break open —
so the light finally has a way in.

Everyone is fighting a battle —
that they never put into words for anyone.

The mountain you are afraid to climb —
is the exact mountain that has your view.

You were not built for comfort —
you were built for becoming.

Every sunrise is the universe telling you —
you survived the night, now use the day.

The version of you that gave up —
is the one you were never supposed to become.

Your story is not over —
the best chapter has not been written yet.

Diamonds are not born shining —
they become brilliant under pressure.

Do not wait until you are ready —
readiness is a story we tell ourselves to stay still.

The ones who told you that you couldn't —
will be the first ones watching when you do.

A real friend is not the one who stays for your sunshine —
but the one who sits with you in every rain.

True friendship does not need explanation —
it just appears and quietly stays.

Good friends are like stars —
you cannot always see them but they are always there.

We do not need to talk every day —
the silence between us never became distance.

You know someone is your real friend —
when their laugh makes your worst days survivable.

Some people are not meant to stay forever —
but the ones who do become home.

Even the most beautiful flowers —
bloom in the soil of everything that once died.

The ocean does not apologise for its waves —
and neither should you for the depth of yours.

The moon never explains its phases —
it simply shows up and glows anyway.

Trees do not beg the storm to pass —
they bend, they hold, and they remain.

Every sunset is a masterpiece —
painted by a sky that asked no permission.

Even the darkest clouds —
eventually run out of rain.

I am not for everyone —
and that is the most freeing thing I have ever accepted.

They underestimated me —
and I archived that memory as motivation.

I do not chase —
I attract what is meant for me and release the rest.

My silence is not weakness —
it is simply a decision I made to protect my peace.

Not everyone deserves access to your world —
some people belong at the gate.

I do not compete —
I complete.

Missing you is not a feeling I visit —
it is the room I have never been able to leave.

I still reach for my phone to tell you things —
then remember you are no longer there to read them.

The worst time to miss someone —
is every quiet moment of every ordinary day.

I find you in the strangest places —
in songs, in smells, in the corner of rooms.

Distance never taught me to miss you less —
it only taught me how large the absence truly is.

Missing you comes in waves —
some days a ripple, some days a flood.

She wore her story —
like the night sky wears its stars.

There is a kind of beauty —
that only arrives after the longest storms.

The most beautiful things in the world —
are the ones that cannot be photographed.

Some people are poetry —
you read them once and they never leave your mind.

In the middle of the ordinary —
there are these small extraordinary moments that make it all worth it.

Even broken things cast beautiful shadows —
when the light is kind enough to try.

There is still so much beauty left —
for anyone with patient enough eyes to find it.

She was quietly extraordinary —
in the way all truly rare things are.