Muzzle me, chain me to the wall if it makes you feel safer.
My broken teeth would barely break your flesh.
Pathetic.
You could kick me down 100,000 times and I'd still come limping back
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I love you
But not in the way you love me
I want to be loved
But not in the way you love me
I dream of warm hugs
Whispers in the night
And of promises of safety
But not in the way you love me
I love you…
But never in the way you love me
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all
i ask him if he loves me and he says yes
of course i love you
so i hand him my heart and my brain and take them apart for him, showing him the intricacies of my being
he tells me
oh
i did not mean all of you
-a girl,
full of wonder,
full of ruin
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—i grew up like a tree with branches and leaves that keep on trying to graze even just the outline of you…
written by my dramatic nostrils on 11.08.23 in notes app
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Quietly,
You bare your teeth. Your breath is fetid,
Maw stained from the blood of the hand that you bit
The hand that fed and stroked and hit
Was dirty, and you've grown rabid.
Listen!
The cage is open.
Why do you stay inside?
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anything with you
i will do nothing with you
in silence but in rhythm
they say two is better
but not when we're one
i will do everything with you
in sync or apart
our feet on the ground
but our dreams always high up
i will do anything with you
even if its nothing
i will do anything with you
even if its everything
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Szare poranki i martwe wspomnienia.
nie nie nie nie nie nie nie
Czym jest sztuka? Piękne dzieła wiszące w muzeach czy może...
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give me
one more night with you,
just one more.
Let me curl against you, nails at your skin, breathe you in, so deeply I won't forget
What your hair smells like, what you look like while you're sleeping, who you are.
Let me rest my palm against your heart, feel it beating in time
If I could wish for anything,
Let it be
just
one
more
hour, minute, second
With you,
Please.
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“I am Rotting in my Room” a poem… ish
i am rotting in my room.
the stiff mattress covered with rough cotton sheets turns into cerulean waters
and it slowly consumes me until im drowning.
liquid apathy seeps into my veins,
the poison reaching my brain
but i don’t think i care anymore.
my eyelids close shut,
the popcorn ceiling disappearing before me
as it morphs into a fantasy, with hazy light and rose tinted lens.
the bland beige walls were now pillars of a sacred temple for wizards from a galaxy far far away.
under the transparent veil of my delusion,
i was a hero with a metal hilt.
a hero that stood on the marble tile of the temple
a hero so great, that a tale that was known to end in ashes diverges into a different tale of love and happiness.
love and happiness takes its human personification within a great knight, adorned with white armor and rough cotton sand colored robes. the knight’s kind cerulean eyes made the hero’s heart hitch
warmth enveloped her soul and body
her hand reached up to his cheek
fingers trembling in anxiety
the knight’s cerulean eyes welled up in tears
flowing down like a waterfall.
tears of fear and anxiety flooded the marble floors,
panic rising with the water.
as the hero drowned,
the flowy veil turned stiff and fragile like porcelain.
the fantasy shatters,
the soft hazy glow flickered
trees rotting
rose tinted lenses faded into a cold blue.
eyes opened wide,
the popcorn ceilings look down upon me
rough cotton sheets irritate my skin
i was bounded by apathy and deep sadness
their strength restricted me from getting up.
my gaze averted towards the walls,
and there he was
the knight.
whose face was plastered on a poster, perfectly placed on the bland beige walls.
but those kind cerulean eyes
won’t be enough to save me from darkness.
without any concerns,
i continued to rot in my room.
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