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I kept thinking you’d soften
if I stayed quiet enough,
if I showed you what gentleness and love looked like,
that you might try it on.

But you never changed.
You never even blinked.
And I kept bleeding
thinking it was part of love.

I wanted you to be better.
Not for me-
but for you.
But wanting didn’t make you kind.
It only made me blind.

You didn’t hurt me by accident.
That’s just how you are.
And I’ve spent too long
writing apologies in my own pain
for expecting more.

So I’ll stop pretending
there’s a softer version of you
waiting just around the corner,
just to make things a little easier.
Zanari Jun 1
It should have never been a goodbye.

A 'see you later' or maybe even that of a 'see you soon' would have been nice to hear..

Though we know i'm filthy, I am nothing more than what they say about me.
A "Weak link" a "Useless dime"

Yet again I keep thinking back to you, My sweet Valentine..
—the one whom had been more than made to be mine, the one I shall tear my heart out from its chest for even a moment equity. (so to speak)

It hurts me on the inside. the more I think, the more I ponder senselessly.
My darling, my flame within the darkness of night: my new chance to embrace life.

You say you love me, yet I find myself being unable to believe you my dear.
Quite the blasphemy coming from the tongue from one as lowly and vile, once again. A unremovable stain from within mothers new carpet.

—can you love me like I love you? Is it so much to yearn for??
Even if it can be too much to requite from you, can you do it anyway???

I'm getting tired of this. The little charade that leaves the both of us staring into the darkness of night, the prolonged (the longing) gazes with those eyes.

Those eyes with that gaze whom threatens to envelop my entire being, the same eyes that slowly burn me from the inside.
Those eyes of hers..
maxx May 31
my brain
won’t shut up.

every second
is another scream
i’m supposed to ignore.

it tells me
to hurt myself.
to disappear.
to stop pretending.

& honestly,
i’m tired
of pretending.

they say
“you have so much
to be happy about”
as if that erases
the weight
on my chest.

as if healing
is linear.
as if trauma
can’t sneak in
once the storm
has passed.

i really thought
i was better.

i was wrong.

& now i’m just
waiting
for the silence
to come back—
even if it means
i won’t.
sometimes i wonder why i ever thought it would get better
Aaamour May 21
it was her birthday today
i wished her that too in midnight
I stayed up late just to wish her
she took her time but she replied “thank you”

tried to speak to her
her replies without soul
like forcing a new born to speak French

I had drawn a gift card and bouquet of flowers
intended to give her these but after the convo decided not to
wildflowers which I picked with my own hands
she is probably accepting some rare exotics

it’s cold and am deprived of sleep
the smell of flowers fill the room-reminding unrequited love
the gift card is up in flames bringing me warmth
I would’ve want her to have these
even if I froze to death afterwards, I only cared about her warmth

love and life both have lost meaning
all the things I thought about her
are evaporating faster than alcohol

I am poor to date her
rich enough to write about her

:) : this was her last message
:(
One little astronaut build a spaceship  of junkyard parts and wielded up the mountainside and tried to get the thing to fly looking through his telescope of cardboard and a paper hole and hoping soon to fly even though he hasn't even lived
But the ship was build real bad and rolled down the mountain slideing down the mountainside landing into the ocean's tide  
But the pilot had to face I'm floating in outer space I'm further than I was before heading to the ocean floor now I'm in the furthest place possible from outer space and the one I love I guess it's a poetic way to die ironic I can't even cry I'm surrounded by salt water so why even bother trying to fall in love with you feels like getting hit in the back of the neck with the wiffle bat full of stars and I got scars to prove it under my hands and over My heart
For you. If it meant my life filled with misery just for a moment of joy in your life I'll happily live in misery
How can I tell
all the butterflies
that get inside me,
not to,
when every time
I hear your name,
they dance in swarm.
There's that one name, always.
Petals of a flower sway through the abyss
Through this empty cold land

Where the sun seems so far,
At times hidden by clouds

There’s no sunshine, no warmth
No matter the time
No matter the date

This world is cold.

Cold and alone

Nothing happens,
The world is still.

Except for the petals
That fall off my head
Run with the wind

Like there are parts of me, trying to escape
Those parts die off
Those parts fade away

Doesn’t matter much,
I’m rotting anyway.
This poem is about being in a miserable place and longing to get out of it.... You're slowly dying from this lonely painful time so occasionally you try to fight to get out of it but it never works. Leaving you feeling hopeless. (I've been feeling like this way too much lately--)
meka Apr 11
I'm sorry, mum
That you went through all that pain
To bring me into life
For me to just waste away
And wish I wasn't alive
We don't even talk anymore                                                          ­                                                                             ­                                                  
No goodbye kisses at the door                                                             ­                                               
  I've got my life & you have yours                                                            ­                                                
                                                                ­                                                  
  We are still together, what for?         
                                                   ­                                                                   
You pretend that you still care                                                             ­       
                                                                ­                                                   
   Your mixed messages aren't fair                                                             ­                                                   
                                                                ­                                                      
I can see through the blank stares                                                           ­                                                                   ­                                          
 You're still here, but you're not there                                                            ­                                         
                       ­                                                                 ­                        
    What the hell have we done to us?                                                                       ­                                             
Broken hearts, broken trust
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