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He is right in front of me and I’m still grieving his loss – abandonment issues.

Shruthi Sagar

Love built me and then, ruined me.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Love Myself One Liner Ruin
And its okay if work keeps you busy for days. On a little easier day, bring me a coffee and tell me how much you love me. I’d be totally fine.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Busy Easy Hard Time Love Myself Relationship Work Yourself
I honor pain, for it is because of pain my touch has become tender, my words kinder and my heart humbler.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Healing Heart Honor Love Pain Strength Tender
What is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Bloom Myself Poetry Sorrow
I want someone to kiss my scars and tell me I’m beautiful still, that even after my scars I’m worthy to be loved and seen, I want someone to tell me that warriors do not come clean.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Beautiful Love Scars Strength Warrior Worth
Don’t look at her kind eyes and mistake it for kindness, you are yet unaware about the audacity in her bones and strength in her veins.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Inspirational Kindness Strength Women Empowerment
He tells me he is broken and love isn’t for him. Someone, please go tell him, heart break births the best of lovers.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Best Break Heart Broken Himself Love Lover
I keep reminding myself of why we couldn’t be; reasons why sometimes, love just isn’t always enough.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Enough Love Myself Reason Remember
Your thoughts were a prison and I? A helpless prisoner.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Love Prison Thoughts
This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Beauty Cold Cruel Life People Soul Tender World
Is it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Empathy Feeling Myself Pain Wonder
Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Healing Home Kiss Love Myself Peace
Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Break Daughter Edge Fragile Home
My lips have been silenced for so long, my own voice feels like a stranger.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Feeling Lips Silence Stranger Voice
And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Eternity Love Relationship
People could stab me with knives and I would still get them aid, For I see a glimpse of me in them. But sadly, people aren’t mirrors.
SHRUTHI SAGAR

Aid Hurt Knife Mirror Myself Pain People Sad Stab

He is right in front of me and I’m still grieving his loss – abandonment issues.

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