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.”
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wounded
In the silent depths where shadows roam,My pain resides, a silent tome.Time’s passage fades hearts, leaves them lone,Life’s twists alter destinies unknown.The agony I’ve borne through years untold,Echoes louder than tales of old.A haunting addiction, consuming whole,A gnawing disease, taking its toll.Where lies the promise of “ever after”?In this world, distant laughter.I harbour a secret,… Continue reading wounded
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