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A solitary soul, despair in heart, yet hope still blooms within the hopeless optimist. š·ļøSharing is caring but Stealing taints the spirit; Give credit where it's due.
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I'm sorry for bothering you when you didn't want me to;
It's just the hopeless in me being optimistic.
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Letting go isnāt forgetting.
Itās remembering
without aching,
caring without craving,
and moving forward
without looking back
every time someone says your name.
The Art Of Letting Go.
_hopelessoptimist_
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Some Things Donāt Deserve Closure
Not every ending
needs a goodbye.
Some people leave
and take the silence with them...
and thatās enough.
Iāve learned to let things
unfold without answers,
because peace isnāt always
wrapped in understanding.
Sometimes, itās just choosing to move on.
_hopelessoptimist_
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I try not to be a disappointment for everyone and it's causing me a lot of pain
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Of course. Here's your line reimaginedākeeping your original form intact but reshaped to resonate with the tone of your poetry:
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I was all alone,
by myself,
curled inside a closed shell,
with nothing left to see,
nothing left to reach.
And here I am
surrounded by
the reflections of my own mind,
echoes of me
haunting every hour,
day and night.
_hopelessoptimist_
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I donāt chase anymore.
Not love. Not people. Not answers.
If itās meant for me,
it wonāt need convincing.
Itāll feel like home...
not like war.
And until then,
Iāll keep building a life
that feels right in my own hands.
_hopelessoptimist_
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Love now feels like a transaction,
text bubbles in place of open letters,
hearts traded like currency in a world
where feelings are fleeting,
disposable.
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She isnāt the kind you hold gently.
She is wildfire burning too bright, too fierce, too free.
She doesnāt need saving.
She needs someone who wonāt fear the flames.
#You
- hopelessoptimist -
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Not all goodbyes are spoken.
Some are whispered in the way their hands stop reaching.
In the space between texts, in the hesitation before saying, I miss you.
And by the time you realize the silence means itās over, it already is.
- hopelessoptimist -
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Donāt come to me with half a heart.
Donāt come to me unsure, unsteady, unready.
I donāt do almost. I donāt do maybe.
If you want me-want me with everything.
With fire in your veins, with devotion that doesnāt waver.
Or donāt come at all.
- hopelessoptimist -
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She sees through me unlike the people I call mine:
And that is when the whole of me began t
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Touch me where my wounds forgot to heal,
Love me where my doubts reside.
If you see my darkness and still stay,
I will call you home.
- hopelessoptimist -
