{"id":250989,"date":"2026-07-13T00:53:19","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T21:53:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/2-am-thoughts-makenzie-campbell\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T00:53:19","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T21:53:19","slug":"2-am-thoughts-makenzie-campbell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/2-am-thoughts-makenzie-campbell\/","title":{"rendered":"2 AM Thoughts – Makenzie Campbell"},"content":{"rendered":"
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But all that could end up being for nothing because in one second your entire world could fall apart. One second. That\u2019s all it took for him to break my heart. You left me there wondering why, how, what did I do wrong? Gutted my love and let every last drop drain away. Until all that was left of me was a heap of clattering bones. It was a wicked game you played with my heart.<\/p>\n

Pulling on strings as though I were your puppet and you the master. Over the years I had built a home for my heart. Four white walls with a ceiling of crafted glass that reflected the shapes and colors of the blue sky. Faith resided within. I was a church. The house of God. You came into my life begging for forgiveness of your sins. You left, setting it on fire. I tried loving you. I tried really hard.<\/p>\n

But you wanted more than I could give. I was a broken soul abused by merciless boys with bad intentions. She had everything I lacked. An innocent and untouched heart which you mistakenly thought was better. Oh, by God, were you wrong. I have had all this love festering inside waiting to be released on the right person. The person I know won\u2019t leave me so complicated and broken. She has never even come close to feeling the immense devotion I have orbiting my soul.<\/p>\n

She is only a star within my entire galaxy, but you looked at her and thought she was the sun. You are the plaque on my heart. I try to brush you away but you hide in hard to reach places. You are a weakness, a cavity, an aching pain every time I breathe. My breath is rotten as your name spoils on my lips. I took the sweet parts of me and painted them on your rotten heart. I used my light to illuminate your dark parts. And when you didn\u2019t change, when you didn\u2019t bring your guard down, I gave you more.<\/p>\n

I poured and poured and poured all I had into your body, into your soul, until I had nothing left. My heart empty, my eyes tired, the light gone. I lost myself while loving you. As I have grown and loved and been heartbroken, I have learned that some fairy tales do not end with a happily ever after.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2018 Makenzie Campbell Cover and internal design \u00a9 2018 Central Avenue Marketing Ltd. Illustrations: \u00a9 2018 Hailey Chamberlain All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Published by Central Avenue Publishing, an imprint of Central Avenue Marketing Ltd. www.centralavenuepublishing.com 2AM THOUGHTS Trade Paperback: 978-1-77168-164-3 Epub: 978-1-77168-165-0 Mobi: 978-1-77168-166-7 Published in Canada Printed in United States of America 1. POETRY \/ General 2. POETRY \/ Love 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 1kitap1.com\/en To all who have believed, encouraged, and inspired me to write this. Thank you. 1kitap1.com\/en You are holding my heart in your hands.<\/p>\n

My emotions have bled out on each and every page with the ink of my pen. Your eyes will discover my soul. Your fingers are casually flipping through my mind. I hope you find each delicate word as captivating as the stars. And I hope a piece of you feels what I felt when creating this art. 1kitap1.com\/en 1kitap1.com\/en I\u2019m so obsessed with falling in love that every time I meet a man, I lose myself in him.<\/p>\n

3:59 PM I like my rough edges. Smooth women are too easy to climb. I don\u2019t like easy. I want a man willing to hike mountains for me, or I don\u2019t want a man at all. 4:04 PM My dream man does not consist of a perfectly structured face and well sculpted muscles.<\/p>\n

He, whoever he may be, does not have any physical requirements. When I dream, I think of men who have the patience to wait hours for the wind while floating in the middle of the eternal sea. I think of caring and gentle eyes gazing into mine and giving me a sense of purpose. A heavy soul so deep and so complex it could take years to understand, but he never denies me a passageway into its thickness. An open heart that spills easily into mine, bleeding colors and painting memories.<\/p>\n

I think of love. The ability he has to hold such a precious thing. The manner in which he carries such a fragile emotion. The way he is able to unconditionally love me for me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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