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This is a poetry collection about love, family, friendship, mental health, grief, and growth. Written by a 17-year-old, this book captures the simplicity of love, the pain of watching the one you love choose somebody else, the struggles of being raised by a narcissist and a childhood of gaslighting, what it’s like to be screwed over by friends and the people who once promised you forever. The rawness in these simple words makes them so easy to be resonated with.

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Publié par	Partridge Publishing Singapore
Date de parution	09 janvier 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781543772494
Langue	English

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silhouette of life

Adela Lily

Copyright © 2023 by Adela Lily.

ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-5437-7248-7

eBook
978-1-5437-7249-4

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Contents
chapter one — love
chapter two — home
chapter three — friendship
chapter four — growth
author’s note

(tw: ed & self harm)
chapter one
“i didn’t choose you, my heart did.”
- unknown
when a poet
falls in love with you,
you are not only
the poison in their veins,
but also,
the death sentence
they chose.
i wish we could pause time
to linger in this moment
forever.
never would there be a moment
where we fall out of love.
i am forever enchanted by your beauty,
even those that lie within ;
your touch i will always crave
on my skin though it burns and leaves a scar.
but time cannot be paused,
just as love cannot be saved.
this is not me giving up,
rather to say
let the scars stay.
the last time we met,
you smelled a little like
vanilla —
warm, sweet and pure,
making you seem so mature.
now, the scent of vanilla,
already engraved in my mind,
often reminds me
just a little bit of you.
i unknowingly
begged you to trust me,
not knowing you really would.
you unknowingly
pushed me away,
not knowing i’d really leave.
i guess that was our stupidity,
always testing each other’s boundaries.

we were throwing fire at each other
aimlessly
but we expected each other to catch the flames
methodically

— the irony
of our story
11:11
so much i could wish for ;
and yet i let a million wishes
turn into ashes
all because i said,
“i wish…
you could love me.”
my soul yearns for yours ;
my skin craves for your touch ;
my fingers long to be in yours.
this was supposed to be
some type of limerence ;
yet it lasted longer than it should’ve
and turned into love.
i know i disappointed you
when i acted out of line.
i don’t normally act like that, i swear.
all the words i said without thinking,
i wish i could take back.
i just needed to tell you i’m sorry
for letting you down.

i know i’m too late,
forever tainted in your mind.
i just wanted you to know
i’m sorry for the way i spoke.
i must confess i rarely trust,
but i was in love and you knew —
you let me talk ;
now i wish you didn’t,
cause i was mad at the world
and i trusted you.

— the apology i never sent
i looked into your eyes and saw a home ;
though i did not know your name.
you shielded me with your bare arm ;
and i felt i was safe.
i smiled at the sound of your laughter —
my favourite sound to hear.
you playfully pat me on the head :
and all i could do was smile.

darling,
i think i loved you a little
before i even knew you.
but what happens when
two people with an ego
fall in love?
could anything happen when
both their egos
always win?
been on survival mode for too long,
my conscience stringing my body along
as if i could ever belong
in anywhere i choose to go.
and yet i felt alive
for the first time in life
the moment i met you —
i think a part of me knew
instantly that you’d be my rescue,
but i had no clue
you’d one day be my blue
when this love becomes
long overdue.
i turned you into poetry
without ever knowing.
now, these words will forever
be a painful reminder
of how you let me wonder
whether you loved me or her.
i want somebody who doesn’t only
see me for what i show on the surface.
i need someone who would
look at all my imperfections
and show me their own ;
to see my vulnerability
and bare their soul.
what if you were free
to love anyone you choose?
would you choose me instead :
or would you crawl back
into her arms and leave
me in the rain?
maybe you never realised
but i know,
if we never become
romeo and juliet,
it‘d be the fault of a girl who
threw herself at you
and your inability to
resist her touch.
you were so confident
that i’d be persistent