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By @theofficialsadghostclub

I am not a poet  I don’t know how to be one  How to wrap all my thoughts in a poem

I don’t know how to wrap my anger  In a bouquet of pretty flowers  Presentable to the world  In a way that doesn’t scare you I can only offer a scribble of curses  Paper torn in shreds 

I don't know how to wrap my sadness  In a lyrical song  Words so beautiful they make you weep I can only offer my tears Leaking out, droplets creating smudges on paper  Ink forming illegible words 

I don’t know how to wrap my love  In a melody that flows  Comprehensible  Clear  A song that loops itself in your head  I can only offer my heart  On display, beating a terrified thrum

I am not a poet  I don’t know how to be one  How to show myself to the world  In a way that does not frighten me to the core 

{“There are junctures where you pay the price of someone else’s Sins, through heredity, through kin, sometimes even through friends you once thought were your ultimatum, the very ones that you believe in. Sometimes, more than yourself. The end you come to will be that of blaming yourself on assets that don’t even concern you, or revolve around you. Acceptance means coming to a conclusion, from the deep depths of your own being. Which is already difficult as it is for your soul to confine and or even to consider- that not everything can be your fault. So, beaut muse. It’s out of your hands, don’t cry your heart out, nobody will hear, and nobody will discern. It is not worth it, because It’s not even your fault. And I would ask you why you are plaguing yourself in such situations as I have done before. And I know you won’t even be able to nourish a response right away, all because your sentiments are too high, and they endlessly torture you.”}

~Dilara

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