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Sweet Syrup in My Chest
I was asked if I was jealous because you spent so much time with her and gave all your attention to her.
I wouldn’t say jealous is the word to describe what I felt. I felt hurt dripping in my chest, slow and constant, like syrup sliding from pancakes.
I felt as though I was left alone in the cold night, to fight on my own.
I felt as though I became a ghost, haunting the lives of those around me. When I walked into a room, I felt as though I was watching someone else go through the motions — like an actor on stage, pretending to be happy, pretending to be perfect, pretending to be whole.
I felt as though I was falling through a black hole with no escape. But then — suddenly — light.
You became my light. The most unexpected person to bring the brightness I so desperately needed, the warmth I so desperately craved.
You unexpectedly made me feel the happiest I have ever been — like sweet syrup dripping in my chest, bringing warmth back into a place I thought would turn cold.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This isn’t my best work but it’s a piece about how I feel right now all put into one.
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The term sweet syrup is most interesting not only is it sticky and slow moving but sweet in the sense that pain can bee sweet. Well written
Thank you
You are welcome
I knew you were gonna cook when I suggested syrup 🔥🔥
Thank you twin❤️
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