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Kalliope May 16
Tell me not to think of you anymore, tell me to disappear without a trace.
Tell me to shut the **** up, that you don't even want to think of my face.

See I can't stop until I'm embarrassed, apparently I haven't reached that threshold yet.
Tell me you're so mad you can't bare it, that every minute of your time went to waste.

Tell me you don't like me, don't sugar coat it like you tend to do, tell me to go back to whatever hell I came from and that you'll be better off if I'm far away from you.
I think I need to take a hiatus,
put the pen down for awhile,
My head is in a dark place,
I don't want to write in that style.
My poems are usually somber,
But lately they're anxious and mad,
Thank you to anyone who's taken the time to read, I think it'll be awhile before I come back.
Kalliope May 9
I can't know that its done, I can't watch the end, it needs to catch me offguard, something I can't ever mend.

Ill sit here and obsess and I'll miss you when I'm busy, my anxiety is sky high and I'm getting dizzy.

A cycle I'm trapped in, no matter the man, I'll know that it's over but I'll hold a death grip on your hand.

My thoughts are chaos, my love even worse, I thought I was better, now I think my heart is cursed.

This yearning does nothing, it doesn't change our lives, I will always want what I cannot have and I will never be a wife.
It will not work
But why can't I think about
Anything else?
jelly May 5
this skincare saved me once—
smoothed the rough parts,
made me glow
in ways I hadn’t felt before.

I called it a miracle.
kept using it
long after it stopped working.
long after it started
making my skin worse.

because once,
it healed me.
and I thought that meant
it always would.

but one day,
I knew—
I can't hold on
just because it once made me whole.
I can’t keep hoping
it’ll heal me again.
so I let it go.
walked away.
that was the day I woke up.
the day I chose myself.

then I tried something new—
something gentler,
something right for who I am now.
and suddenly,
my skin felt alive again.

that’s when I realized:
it was never just skincare.
it was comfort,
it was memory,
it was fear of letting go.

but healing isn’t meant to hurt.
even when it once helped.
It’s not about skincare
Kalliope Mar 14
First I made tea, it's just what I need
And I drank it real slow, felt it's warmth soothe my throat,
I went back to bed, no messages to be read
For a moment I just lay there

So I washed my hair, perfect time for self care,
A full everything shower, took barely over an hour,
For a moment I just stared at the mirror

Well I turned on my console, pretend I'm in a different role,
I played the Sims, fulfilled her every whim
For a moment I just watched the game go

It's time for dinner, I'm wishing I was thinner,
I decide not to eat, not very hungry since we don't speak,
And for the rest of the night I'll lay here
Lonely isn't a stranger
And I was comfy with her once
But when someone fills your days, hours, minutes?
Being alone is excruciatingly silent
Kalliope Mar 13
I breathe too much and you hear nothing else
I hold my breathe then I'm gasping for air
Either way I'm too loud
Quietly suffering, well that's just too moody
Screaming into the dark, well that's a tad dramatic,
Yet I never seem to choose the right response
Kalliope Dec 2024
Everything is blue,
There's no air left in my lungs,
The weight has crept out of my soul,
It's seeped into my bones,
Now I'm sinking faster,
There's nothing near to grasp,
I don't have it in me to make a life saving decision fast
But I knew summer was coming,
And everything's melting quick,
Maybe this is the downfall,
That makes everything in my brain click

— The End —