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athousandbyeol · 6 months

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this is a love story witnessed by the last twilight sky.

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pretty-paper-cuts · 5 months

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If I could lock the doors, close the curtains,

If I could lock the doors, I would.

If I could run away and not come back,

I’d run as far as I could.

If I met new people, sang new songs,

Lived in a room made of wood,

I’d run and not dare miss the chance,

If I could lock the doors, I would.

If I found a blade, I’d cut,

I’d cut deeper than I should,

And at night you’d have to break the doors,

Cause I’d have locked them if I could.

If my new friends hated my face,

I’d wear a better one than before,

I’d cut but just to reshape pieces,

Just so I could lock my doors.

And if they asked me if I missed you,

I’d say yes, as I probably should,

And if they failed to understand,

I’d lock the door cause I could.

And I’d open them come morning,

Explain better, as one should,

But now I sit and write and swear,

If I could lock the doors, I would.

By @pretty-paper-cuts

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soulsunpoets · 18 days

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[Text id: I will even make a hole in my heart for you to hold. Do not ask of me, anything more than that]

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half-flowershalf-flaws · 2 months

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Words how little they mean when you're a little too late...

How "Where have you been?" becomes "I couldn't care less what you do."

How "I can't think of how I spent all this time without you." turns into "I can't wait to be free from you."

How "I dreamt of you last night." becomes "My life was better without you."

How "I'd swim an ocean to be with you." becomes "I'd rather drown than save you."

How feelings become mere memories,

How words become a blur,

How little do words mean when it could've been the whole wide world.

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farharuru · 2 days

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hoppipolla · 1 year

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I was fine before. What did I do wrong?

(bold effect insp.)

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corpsentry · 2 months

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at the asian american studies sponsored movie screening i run out of my seat to press a button for the presenter and you look away, not in shame, but in anger

go make your own movie.

One where you’re the star

and everything’s my fault

the way you want it to be. I know, it’s easy

to let someone else hold this grief

and sit in the bathtub,

all dressed up to go to the party.

Maybe in this movie it’s your party

and I the party crasher,

holding cymbals and a baseball bat, et cetera.

But we don’t stop getting older when we’re angry

and you’re only twenty,

can’t listen to lullabies at night,

can’t sleep without a blanket

over your head like you’re scared

of your own shadow. God, go

write your own movie.

You could do it,

you’re still

pretty. Angry? Me too.

The bathtub’s overflowing,

the bathroom’s flooding

with whatever you couldn’t say

to the poet with their palms glued shut

in a cheap simulacrum of prayer.

Didn’t you say you were tired? Angry? Me too.

Upset? Unhappy? Me too. Hungry? Lonely? Me too. Me too.

Standing barefoot in the grass

I remembered the month of bad weather.

How I parted the fog with broken hands each night,

looking for your voice.

Oh, I will not forgive you.

Not like this.

With your fingers splayed

against the brute February sky,

lips cracked open like windows,

waiting, like you always are, for me to say the first word.

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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my brain is stringed with wires who don't obey but you play those wires like harps with your beautiful hands, effortless and musical, you clasp my thighs when my empire trembles, you murder the stars for me, you wash my hair with sunlight, and sometimes i talk like an immortal but you never ask my age (i love you), and other times when the quiet steals me, you recite my thoughts better than my wiry mind can even conjure them up.

you make me dance in my sleep, hold my hand in the backseat. you handle my nerves like flower stems, and sometimes it hurts so much to see you loving so gently, so quiet in noise but so loud in intensity, as if when you see me, i'm the only thing you're seeing.

it hurts not in a sad, angry or hopeless way, it hurts because you handle my nerves like flower stems and the pain is soothed and i feel pity for god because now again, see how you have defeated him and his constant need to gift pain. you did it gently, and now he must be purple with rage, or maybe blue in repentance, but you, you don't care.

you only want flowers to grow from my old hands, you only want my flesh to glow pink and my brain wires to sing and to be able to devour me when want consumes us both, clasping my thigh, swinging me high, clinging onto each other.

never remind me how many lifetimes have passed with you because time is a godly conspiracy and i don't know what's time when i'm with you, it's just you're you. when i spread out my hands to fly one evening, you told me i looked like an aeroplane (i love you too).

i remember, a spider crawled on my wrist and i wept to god, telling him to bite me, to end it, and that instant, you flicked them both and you bit me neat (i'll never be the same.)

our mothers communicate to him in prayer. which one of them will tell him that he's fired already? that you, my lover, have accidentally dethroned him?

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penvibess · 2 years

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I don't want to be your drug of choice, I want to be the medicine, the treatment, the reason behind your healing.

I don't wanna be an addiction, I want to be your salvation.

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that-poetic-disaster · 1 year

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Hope when you listen to her songs, you think of me

It's crazy how a ten minute song reminds me of you,

makes me wish things could go back the way it used to,

but the last few weeks have been hell because of you,

I've been writing poetry about you all the damn time,

you pick up the call, cant hear you on the line,

I thought after leaving you, I'd be fine,

too bad im always wrong now I'm losing my mind.

Your touch brought me back to life,

now when I close my eyes I'm haunted by your smile,

I never knew it would be our last goodbye,

so I cry myself to sleep at night,

to forget all the pain you caused,

it was me and our love that you tossed

out the back door with a frown,

and now everytime I see you I breakdown.

And yet I'd want you to look back at me,

whenever I read that book, I struggle to breathe,

I promised that your secrets I shall keep,

but I hope when you listen to her songs, you think of me.

~

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athousandbyeol · 1 year

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i like your eyes. you... like... my eyes?

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pretty-paper-cuts · 9 months

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Battered Boy

Battered boy with a battered bat,

Broke the throne on which he sat,

Doused in fuel, his theater plays,

Set the yellowed page ablaze,

Skittish scout on soaked sand,

Castles built with crinkled hands,

His eyes a looming shadow house,

And search the room, around, about,

A vexed veteran on a violet vast,

His father's belt has made its pass,

His feet are stuck in mental trenches,

He's taking hammers to picket fences,

A willful wolf in waning wars,

He's stuffed his thoughts in creaky drawers,

Beneath his feet the floors they crack,

The battered boy with the battered bat.

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perpetuallyanhedonic · 6 months

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MONSTER

and as my childish sobs shivered right through me

the most terrifying realization seeped deep into my bones like a chill

that as i sit here alone in the dark

shaking with silenced sobs

pain clawing at my chest and skull with no one to console me

just as the dark,

dark days of my childhood

that i have never been anything

but an option

a last resort

a tool for mass destruction

no one’s favorite friend

not my parents’ favorite child

cast aside by the one i loved for another

so i stare back numbed as i am now back at

unlovable monster they made i am

in the mirror

raise a brow to chastise for this few minutes of weakness and

begin anew.

for i know the truth.

i was never anything but.

so monster i was.

monster i am.

monster i will be.

monster i shall die.

monster they shall bury.

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farharuru · 1 day

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“Love doesn’t lasts” someone said

“Oh it does” I opposed “and at most times it lasts longer than the relationship it was once dependent on”

Everyone in the room got quiet. A silence taking over the control

The Silence I never adored.

Why not? if you ask me, then I would simply play your voice in my head, smiling with a hint of sadness in my eyes

Your voice that hovers over me whenever I’m left alone; no other sounds entering my soul

“Oh god, are u again in love?” I got interrupted

“Maybe I never got out of one” my friends now looking concerned for me but I wave it off

Just like I always did, because I knew my love for you is much more than a piece of me to show off

It’s a feeling that I chose to keep closed

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trulythine · 6 months

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ch3rnovyl · 1 year

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