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Thea Hart

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Welcome to my poetry sanctuary that I call "Ink That Still Waits". If something here feels familiar, it’s because you’ve lived it too.

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7w ©

You are not an accident, Or unimportant like you sometimes feel. To the right person, You are all the right words. All the sun’s rays. Every minute of every hour. Each and every day. ~ still waiting...Thea Hart...Read more

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theahart

7w ©

If you’re reading this, then hold me near, In thoughts of love, not pain or fear. The times we shared, the joy we knew, Will always bind my soul to you. Each laugh, each tear, each quiet grace, Each tender touch, each warm embrace, I carry all within my heart, For even now, we’re not apart. Please...Read more

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theahart

8w ©

I remain where I am expected, loving someone I am never meant to claim. On the surface, nothing changes. Days pass. Conversations continue. And yet, everything inside me rearranges itself. There is the life I perform out loud, and another that only exists in the way my pulse stutters whenever your...Read more

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theahart

8w ©

I know I disappointed you. I felt it long before you ever said it. No matter how hard I reached, I never seemed to land where you needed me. I say sorry too often. Not because it’s easy, but because I was raised to believe every crack in the room traced back to me. Somewhere early on, my mind wrote ...Read more

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theahart

9w ©

When love is not here, it is empty rooms and messages we do not send. It is laughter that breaks early. Songs that hurt on contact. Your name sitting heavy in the dark. It is learning to hold yourself without the arms you wanted. Love does not leave. It changes form. Memory. Scar tissue. The qui...Read more

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theahart

9w ©

You called me special, just never yours. Your hand found mine, but always with space to pull away. You said you missed me, yet your feet never followed the feeling. You wanted me near, as long as near did not ask for commitment. As long as closeness stayed convenient. You loved me quietly. Soft ...Read more

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theahart

9w ©

You are not coming back. I have made room for that knowing. Our time ran out quietly. No warning. Just an ending that arrived when I was not ready. It hurts. I will not pretend it does not. And still, beneath the ache, there is a small, steady warmth. I am glad you were here. Glad for the laughter, ...Read more

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theahart

10w ©

You were good to me. You cared for me. I ended my nights with thoughts of you, and started my mornings with messages from you. The second we part, I miss you. You say the same back. But I do not think you will ever feel, What my heart feels for you. I never knew two humans in love, Could fall apar...Read more

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theahart

10w ©

You’re all I ever wanted and all I could never have. ~ still waiting...Thea Hart ~...Read more

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theahart

10w ©

I’ll leave my heart’s light on, hoping you’ll return home. ~ still waiting...Thea Hart ~...Read more

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theahart

10w ©

It is as torturous as the sun slips below the horizon, knowing it will never rise again, its warmth exiled to some faraway sky. As cruel as a violin string stretched too thin, on the verge of snapping, yet still trembling with longing. As merciless as standing in a downpour, hands open and useless...Read more

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theahart

10w ©

Missing you never arrives all at once. It gathers. It waits offshore. Most days it behaves. A pull at the ankle. A thought I can step around. But tonight it does not ask permission. Tonight it crashes. Loud. Relentless. Uninterested in my balance. Everything smells like rain. Every quiet moment fill...Read more

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theahart

10w ©

I did not lose you. I lost the sound of myself while loving you. Somewhere along the way, my name grew quiet. I learned how to listen for what you never said. I folded my voice smaller, trimmed it to fit spaces you refused to stand in. Loving you was not a blaze. It was wearing down. Gentle. Courteo...Read more