AndiKoe89 - Hello Poetry

My throat is collapsing. Silently and without decorum, like a wilting flower in the hot afternoon sun. And I'm so tired of being gentle underneath hands that are not. Of exposing the soft underbelly of my heart as if this time, love won't cut it's teeth through the most tender parts of me. And yet, I stay where I can be shattered. Because some people are worth breaking for.

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC

For you, I'll stay

My throat is collapsing. Silently and without decorum, like a wilting flower in the hot afternoon sun. And I'm so tired of being gentle underneath hands that are not. Of exposing the soft underbelly of my heart as if this time, love won't cut it's teeth through the most tender parts of me. And yet, I stay where I can be shattered. Because some people are worth breaking for.

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What happens to love When it has nowhere to go? The tie in my tongue The knot in my throat Words left unsaid I swallow them down But there's not enough time To live hollowed out So I'll smile at you warmly My eyes a soft embrace And maybe, if I love you enough I'll someday find my place

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Jan 4

Jan 4, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC

Staying Soft

What happens to love When it has nowhere to go? The tie in my tongue The knot in my throat Words left unsaid I swallow them down But there's not enough time To live hollowed out So I'll smile at you warmly My eyes a soft embrace And maybe, if I love you enough I'll someday find my place

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too much and never enough full of myself blood and guts i'm all heart-bleeding no reasoning sick and needy plotting a plan i'm a master at deceiving but you're the one with a knife under your bed who wouldn't know the truth if it shot you in the head you painted me the picture of desperation jealous, bored housewife in need of inspiration too much time on my hands, you said while i built this life you so easily shred i told you not to play with matches you set this house on fire on my knees to sift the ashes I slept in a bed of unrequited desire blackened body to the bone you left me for dead, a walking ghost you ripped me apart limb from limb portrayed me as a hunter when I was the hunted good graces turned into bygones you chewed through your circle of friends we all tried to protect the liar who sat on a throne of misguided revenge you lost the war and kept on fighting brought it home and struck like lightning never in the same spot more than once if these walls could talk they'd say we've had enough i climbed (clawed) my way back to the light muffled the screams to hide the plight kept my head up and eyes plastered forward i turned a broken melody into a chorus maybe i should say thank you for giving me someone to prove wrong without your scathing rhetoric i wouldn't have had the courage to move on

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Dec 18, 2025

Dec 18, 2025 at 3:18 PM UTC

War crimes

too much and never enough full of myself blood and guts i'm all heart-bleeding no reasoning sick and needy plotting a plan i'm a master at deceiving but you're the one with a knife under your bed who wouldn't know the truth if it shot you in the head you painted me the picture of desperation jealous, bored housewife in need of inspiration too much time on my hands, you said while i built this life you so easily shred i told you not to play with matches you set this house on fire on my knees to sift the ashes I slept in a bed of unrequited desire blackened body to the bone you left me for dead, a walking ghost you ripped me apart limb from limb portrayed me as a hunter when I was the hunted good graces turned into bygones you chewed through your circle of friends we all tried to protect the liar who sat on a throne of misguided revenge you lost the war and kept on fighting brought it home and struck like lightning never in the same spot more than once if these walls could talk they'd say we've had enough i climbed (clawed) my way back to the light muffled the screams to hide the plight kept my head up and eyes plastered forward i turned a broken melody into a chorus maybe i should say thank you for giving me someone to prove wrong without your scathing rhetoric i wouldn't have had the courage to move on

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And maybe all along I was not yearning for your love but for the pieces of myself I kept hidden to stay safe.

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC

I miss me

And maybe all along I was not yearning for your love but for the pieces of myself I kept hidden to stay safe.

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As a young child, I learned to stay safe by hiding in the unlit spaces of rooms. Barefoot, dark curls dripping down a ***** face, I lingered in shadows until they told me each of their names. I studied the quiet; a professor of loving the unloved things. I remember laying in a yard of bluebells, blades of grass gently caressing my sunburnt cheeks, palming the delicate violet flowers as if they were the most precious commodity, never daring to defile the landscape by picking a single stem. The great alone became my great escape. Later that summer, my father killed the entire field of wildflowers with poison, and a piece of my innocence died with them. By the time I was married and my husband had destroyed my own garden in a fit of anger, so many parts of me had been burned down, I could have spit ashes from my mouth. I taught myself to retreat before I was discarded. I learned resilience by maintaining silence while those who were supposed to protect inflicted pain. And now, as an adult, I have honed the craft of rearranging myself into manageable pieces for people to easily digest. I morph myself to fit into spaces I don't belong. I allow touch but never trust it. And sometimes, I wonder if I'll be another little girl, in another life, who is naive of the cruelty of the world, because she has not felt the sting of it on her own skin.

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 7:10 AM UTC

Bluebells

As a young child, I learned to stay safe by hiding in the unlit spaces of rooms. Barefoot, dark curls dripping down a ***** face, I lingered in shadows until they told me each of their names. I studied the quiet; a professor of loving the unloved things. I remember laying in a yard of bluebells, blades of grass gently caressing my sunburnt cheeks, palming the delicate violet flowers as if they were the most precious commodity, never daring to defile the landscape by picking a single stem. The great alone became my great escape. Later that summer, my father killed the entire field of wildflowers with poison, and a piece of my innocence died with them. By the time I was married and my husband had destroyed my own garden in a fit of anger, so many parts of me had been burned down, I could have spit ashes from my mouth. I taught myself to retreat before I was discarded. I learned resilience by maintaining silence while those who were supposed to protect inflicted pain. And now, as an adult, I have honed the craft of rearranging myself into manageable pieces for people to easily digest. I morph myself to fit into spaces I don't belong. I allow touch but never trust it. And sometimes, I wonder if I'll be another little girl, in another life, who is naive of the cruelty of the world, because she has not felt the sting of it on her own skin.

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I sink. Into beds, floors... onto knees. I pour myself into empty rooms, and drown in the silence of them. Nothingness is heavy. Solid. The weight of it bears down... no one can take this from me. My chest is a cavern; the depth of it swallows the light. The slumping of my shoulders deepens into a state of permanence: finality. I let the water rush over me as it pulls me into depths unrecoverable.

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC

Learning to breath underwater

I sink. Into beds, floors... onto knees. I pour myself into empty rooms, and drown in the silence of them. Nothingness is heavy. Solid. The weight of it bears down... no one can take this from me. My chest is a cavern; the depth of it swallows the light. The slumping of my shoulders deepens into a state of permanence: finality. I let the water rush over me as it pulls me into depths unrecoverable.

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hello little bee buzzing in my garden i wish you'd never leave when the ground begins to harden a friendly giant combs the sky my favorite pollinator the sight assures me we are so much more part of something greater a teddy bear for flowers petals hug your wings there's no need to be frightened of the bees and spiderlings

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Dec 22, 2024

Dec 22, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC

Bumblebee

hello little bee buzzing in my garden i wish you'd never leave when the ground begins to harden a friendly giant combs the sky my favorite pollinator the sight assures me we are so much more part of something greater a teddy bear for flowers petals hug your wings there's no need to be frightened of the bees and spiderlings

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i'm skittish like a mouse i can easily dissappear i'll skirt the floorboards and live off crumbs keep you guessing if i'm even here smoke and mirrors drape the room a good magician never tells their secrets lover, i was raised for this born and bred and will die in trenches the seer says there's ghosts in here i've been on a haunting spree salt circles can't save you this time the truth won't protect the guilty it's an all-out zombie apocalypse corpses of past-versions of me resurrected from the ground to complete Mother Karma's earthly bidding I'm going for the jugular I'll catch you if you run I'm the master of finding hidden things because I used to be one

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Dec 22, 2024

Dec 22, 2024 at 8:45 PM UTC

When hidden things become seen

i'm skittish like a mouse i can easily dissappear i'll skirt the floorboards and live off crumbs keep you guessing if i'm even here smoke and mirrors drape the room a good magician never tells their secrets lover, i was raised for this born and bred and will die in trenches the seer says there's ghosts in here i've been on a haunting spree salt circles can't save you this time the truth won't protect the guilty it's an all-out zombie apocalypse corpses of past-versions of me resurrected from the ground to complete Mother Karma's earthly bidding I'm going for the jugular I'll catch you if you run I'm the master of finding hidden things because I used to be one

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Tamed the beast put her on a leash. Filed-down teeth attack dog takes a seat. Sharp angles soften puddles of me lay forgotten. Drip. Drip. Drip. Monotone minutes. What part of me has been left unpillaged? Under the ice I splutter for life.

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Dec 22, 2024

Dec 22, 2024 at 8:07 PM UTC

Under the Ice

Tamed the beast put her on a leash. Filed-down teeth attack dog takes a seat. Sharp angles soften puddles of me lay forgotten. Drip. Drip. Drip. Monotone minutes. What part of me has been left unpillaged? Under the ice I splutter for life.

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I fear what is not this time. This time that is not what was nor what will be. I fear you. You, the melody. You, the music. And no matter what, your show must always, irrevocably, go on. And, it weighs on me; You, as the symphony. You grip onto me, searching for something to take you home... but this house has been empty for years.

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

You

I fear what is not this time. This time that is not what was nor what will be. I fear you. You, the melody. You, the music. And no matter what, your show must always, irrevocably, go on. And, it weighs on me; You, as the symphony. You grip onto me, searching for something to take you home... but this house has been empty for years.

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