They walk with stone faces,barely breathing through their own skin,wearing numb like a name tag“Hello, I’m fine,”when fine is just another word for hiding. They sip silencelike it quenches something,but thirst still clings to their ribs.They scroll, swipe, smile through glass,pretending emptiness is elegance. But I—I want to feel. Let it wreck me.Let it rush… Continue reading To Feel Is to Be Free
Category: poetry
“He won’t, and I can’t.”
I can’t make him love me.he won’t.and i can’t. i can’t begwithout ripping something out of myself.every time i hope,it hurts.every time i try to be “enough,”i lose a piece of me. i can’t keep showing upto be ignored.can’t keep softening my voicejust to make space for his silence. i’ve cried in roomshe never even… Continue reading “He won’t, and I can’t.”
In the shadows
In the void of my mind, you linger, you stayA haunting presence that won’t go awayAbsent in flesh, but present in spiritA constant reminder of all that I fearYour whispers, like knives, cut deep in my soulAching, throbbing, taking its tollYou’re a shadow, a specter, a weight on my chestA never-ending torment that won’t let… Continue reading In the shadows
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