My possibly (most definitely) rule breaking blank verse haiku for today based on the next writing instalment/prompt that I’ve begun writing already:
!TW: Mention of previously having an abusive ex, self-doubt, implied suffering from depression, hint of anxiety, self-put down(s), implied suicidal consideration/intentions, implied suicide attempt!
To me, it was new;
All new - these strange new feelings
All linked seemingly
To one possible
Explanation: I had to
Be in love with her,
And I was frightened;
I had never felt this way
Before, not even
For my abusive
Ex - I found myself always,
Whenever I was
In the same room as her,
Failing in speech, and
Forgetting how to
Breathe completely, whilst
She smiled warmly over
At me, eyes glinting
Every time she
Did, but then I found myself
Thinking about who
I was, compared to
Her: a nobody, who would
Never be able
To give her what she
Deserved to be given: all
The jewels which made
Up the universe,
And the whole world, because she -
Truly - had to be
A princess, and I
Wanted her to be treated
As such, believing
I would only bring
Her down with me, if she did
Feel the same way that
I did, and always
Had for her, ever since we’d
Both first met in a
Car park, outside of
The doctor’s office we had
Both had to go to
That lifesaving day,
As I had been making plans -
Horrific, dark plans,
And if it weren’t for
Her, I would have probably
Found myself now dead,
Except, now, there was
A chance that I still might, as
The feelings that I
Was finding myself
Hiding from her were painful,
And only made me
Hate myself more for
Who I was, prompting me to
Often cry myself
To sleep, every
Night, until I couldn’t take
It anymore, and
She had to stop me from jumping.
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Hope you enjoyed it! ❤️
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"Fleeting Flames'
By: @ruedeirdre18
Amidst night's embrace,
I gaze up to the starry sky,
Jealous of their shine.
Their radiance so bright,
While I remain in shadow,
Invisible, unseen.
But then, a realization:
Stars burn out, fade away,
Lost to the abyss.
And so I weep, for even stars
Are but fleeting beings,
And my envy is for naught.
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