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Collected

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

Hanging on by a thread Waiting for you to cut the cord

When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion

What is life without passion?

I pray one day you will drunk text me So you can finally find the freedom to express all those things you’ve locked up deep down

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

I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other

There is more than one path to being a Good Human Being™