You collect hearts the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear to admire the way they admire you Then back on display until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case, dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies, stolen by the heart collector
There is more than one path to being a Good Human Being™
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Hey I'm a new writer on Tumblr, can you give me any advice on Poetry?
write every day, write bad poetry, write when it is hard–but always make sure what you post makes you feel something, if it doesn’t make you feel, it won’t make anyone else feel either
When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion
What is life without passion?
Try not to think of me when you are alone
Try not to think of me when she won’t do those things for you
Try not to think of me when you are tired of forcing your round psyche into her square hole
Try not to think of me when you realize you can’t find happiness pretending to be someone you’re not
Try not to think of me because I am trying not to think of you
Try not to think of me
You collect hearts the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear to admire the way they admire you Then back on display until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case, dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies, stolen by the heart collector
I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.
the darkness i thought it would consume me but here i am with my light shining through