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“Silent Whimpers Of A Flaming Heart”

Confessions A bpd girls lost soul

By PoeticallyPurple24Published 5 months ago 1 min read
“Silent Whimpers Of A Flaming Heart”
Photo by Abhishek Chadha on Unsplash

My face feels like an oven has opened in front of me .

I’ve expressed some deep emotion and desire to Caleb that’s been eating at me.

But deep down the fear of him know puts out a fire that’s been burning .

Loneliness sneaks up on me but it’s not the same way as everyone else viewing.

Anyways let’s varying on the rest of my emotions are brewing …🥺😮‍💨

I just need the relaxing touch and the admiration of my milestones that I’ve come to complete .

But here sit in the stall whimpering as tears sizzle my cheeks like lava as they drop below my feet .

I don’t seek pity for this kind of thing,

I just wish yearn for this void to be filled didn’t have to sting.

I don’t want perfection,

And I want protection and a true connection.

I don’t need someone spending 100s of thousands of dollars on me because that doesn’t impress me.

My soul is pure even though my heart has been punctured and filled with despair.

But how hard is it for someone like me to find a life partner that will really be genuine and care ?

How much melancholy must my debilitating heart declare ?

As I continue to have idealizations and feelings out of control.

I just wish there was a strong man that could be more than just a body of words but could actually make me whole.

I know they say you can die from a broken heart but I rather pass away with sepsis ,

Because at least I’ll be able to the cover the true story behind the “My Heart Can’t Take This”

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About the Creator

PoeticallyPurple24

I’m told I have a natural gift so let’s see how meaningful it really is !🥰

I used writing as a coping mechanism to get me through hardships in life .My goal is to become a poet that will change the world .I hope you can see my gift shine .

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    Written by PoeticallyPurple24