Kaidence - Hello Poetry

I’m a moth to a flame Drawn to the heat Of things that stay the same I know how this ends A moth to a flame I can’t stay away From the things that burn me That beg me to stay I’m a moth to a flame Inflicting the pain On those who fly too close Then Shifting the blame I’m a moth to a flame And maybe it’s true I was never burned by them Only you But “you” changes shape With each thing I do Every flame I chase Looks a little like you

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC

Kaidence

Moth to a flame

I’m a moth to a flame Drawn to the heat Of things that stay the same I know how this ends A moth to a flame I can’t stay away From the things that burn me That beg me to stay I’m a moth to a flame Inflicting the pain On those who fly too close Then Shifting the blame I’m a moth to a flame And maybe it’s true I was never burned by them Only you But “you” changes shape With each thing I do Every flame I chase Looks a little like you

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You broke me down I once stood tall A bolder steady against the tide Basking in the warmth I thought would last forever You chipped away at me Slowly, Eroding me over time Piece by piece Until I no longer recognised what was left Parts of me lost to the tide I once stood tall against Parts of me I will never reclaim I sit in the shadows A small pebble Cold in a place That used to feel like warmth The tide still pulls like there something Left to be ripped away Like I can be worn down even more Until I no longer exist

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 8:37 PM UTC

Kaidence

Rock

You broke me down I once stood tall A bolder steady against the tide Basking in the warmth I thought would last forever You chipped away at me Slowly, Eroding me over time Piece by piece Until I no longer recognised what was left Parts of me lost to the tide I once stood tall against Parts of me I will never reclaim I sit in the shadows A small pebble Cold in a place That used to feel like warmth The tide still pulls like there something Left to be ripped away Like I can be worn down even more Until I no longer exist

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I still love everyone I ever have I carry them with me Like a receipt at the bottom of my bag One you rediscover every so often One you never quite throw out I am made of everyone And everyone they have loved Folded into me Like the receipts At the bottom of your bag

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC

Kaidence

Receipts

I still love everyone I ever have I carry them with me Like a receipt at the bottom of my bag One you rediscover every so often One you never quite throw out I am made of everyone And everyone they have loved Folded into me Like the receipts At the bottom of your bag

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You were my chosen poison, I think I always knew how this would end. The slow decay. You were sweet, in a sickly kind of way, the kind that lingers, clings. I still taste you on my tongue, poisoned memories dancing slowly, like they know I won’t stop them. Flavours I will never forget, even if I tried. I let you dissolve into me, staining the soft parts, decaying every bit of beauty. Some poisons don’t **** you. They keep you alive, rotting you slowly from the inside, making sure you will taste them forever. You— were my chosen poison. I still taste you dancing on my tongue.

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Apr 16

Apr 16, 2026 at 8:35 PM UTC

Kaidence

Poison

You were my chosen poison, I think I always knew how this would end. The slow decay. You were sweet, in a sickly kind of way, the kind that lingers, clings. I still taste you on my tongue, poisoned memories dancing slowly, like they know I won’t stop them. Flavours I will never forget, even if I tried. I let you dissolve into me, staining the soft parts, decaying every bit of beauty. Some poisons don’t **** you. They keep you alive, rotting you slowly from the inside, making sure you will taste them forever. You— were my chosen poison. I still taste you dancing on my tongue.

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I changed the way seasons change. It happened overnight no warning, just a shift, and suddenly things were different. I changed the way seasons change. The seasons come back; they might seem familiar same colours, same smells but it’s never quite the same. Summer is strong, arrives quickly, almost overnight too bright, too loud, like it’s trying to prove something. The heat, once comforting and warm, now lingers on your skin. Autumn, at first, is gentle. Things cool down then the drop. Green turns to brown, the bright colours fade, things begin to rot as life slips away. Winter arrives unannounced, uninvited. The frost clings too tightly, the ice spreads silently. You know it’s going to end, but nobody knows when. Spring tries to creep back in it always does. The flowers bloom, the trees fill again, life returns, just never the same way. But seasons aren’t meant to be held. They’re meant to pass through to leave, to take parts of us with them. I’ve changed the way seasons change. The world keeps spinning, life keeps going, even when it’s rotting. I’ve changed the way seasons change and I don’t know how to change it back.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC

Kaidence

What remains

I changed the way seasons change. It happened overnight no warning, just a shift, and suddenly things were different. I changed the way seasons change. The seasons come back; they might seem familiar same colours, same smells but it’s never quite the same. Summer is strong, arrives quickly, almost overnight too bright, too loud, like it’s trying to prove something. The heat, once comforting and warm, now lingers on your skin. Autumn, at first, is gentle. Things cool down then the drop. Green turns to brown, the bright colours fade, things begin to rot as life slips away. Winter arrives unannounced, uninvited. The frost clings too tightly, the ice spreads silently. You know it’s going to end, but nobody knows when. Spring tries to creep back in it always does. The flowers bloom, the trees fill again, life returns, just never the same way. But seasons aren’t meant to be held. They’re meant to pass through to leave, to take parts of us with them. I’ve changed the way seasons change. The world keeps spinning, life keeps going, even when it’s rotting. I’ve changed the way seasons change and I don’t know how to change it back.

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It’s been what feels like forever since I last saw you. Thirteen months without you thirteen months, and I’m still pulling your roots out of my head, planting something new. I see you one day, and it all comes back the hurt, the betrayal, the love. I can pretend to hate you, but the love I had doesn’t just leave. I try one last time but I don’t need you anymore. Maybe I never did. I’m no longer drowning. I can breathe on my own.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC

Kaidence

Thirteen months

It’s been what feels like forever since I last saw you. Thirteen months without you thirteen months, and I’m still pulling your roots out of my head, planting something new. I see you one day, and it all comes back the hurt, the betrayal, the love. I can pretend to hate you, but the love I had doesn’t just leave. I try one last time but I don’t need you anymore. Maybe I never did. I’m no longer drowning. I can breathe on my own.

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I sit down and look at myself. The girl that looks back I don’t recognise her. I don’t see myself. The girl that looks back feels like a shell, worn down, almost hollow. Over time, I stopped recognising my own reflection not because I looked different, older, of course, but not different. It’s the inside that’s changing. The light is softer now, dimmed. I sit down and look at myself but I don’t see me anymore.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:49 PM UTC

Kaidence

Reflections

I sit down and look at myself. The girl that looks back I don’t recognise her. I don’t see myself. The girl that looks back feels like a shell, worn down, almost hollow. Over time, I stopped recognising my own reflection not because I looked different, older, of course, but not different. It’s the inside that’s changing. The light is softer now, dimmed. I sit down and look at myself but I don’t see me anymore.

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You were both life and death. You started as my everything, in the way I spoke about you, like saying your name kept you close. You infected every corner of my life, spread through me like an invasive plant, planting your roots in places I didn’t know existed. No warning, no time, just something that took hold before I realised I had let you in. And suddenly, you were everything. Everything I had. You left me with nothing but your roots, problems for me to deweed. Digging them out one by one, trying to find where I begin and you stop. I let you grow too deep, take over into parts of me that should have only belonged to me. I am pulling and tearing, harming myself in the process, just trying to remember what it’s like to breathe air that belongs to me air that doesn’t smell like you. You were everything. Now what’s left is empty, damaged space with roots buried so deep they will follow me for life. You were everything—both life and death.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC

Kaidence

Everything

You were both life and death. You started as my everything, in the way I spoke about you, like saying your name kept you close. You infected every corner of my life, spread through me like an invasive plant, planting your roots in places I didn’t know existed. No warning, no time, just something that took hold before I realised I had let you in. And suddenly, you were everything. Everything I had. You left me with nothing but your roots, problems for me to deweed. Digging them out one by one, trying to find where I begin and you stop. I let you grow too deep, take over into parts of me that should have only belonged to me. I am pulling and tearing, harming myself in the process, just trying to remember what it’s like to breathe air that belongs to me air that doesn’t smell like you. You were everything. Now what’s left is empty, damaged space with roots buried so deep they will follow me for life. You were everything—both life and death.

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The love I felt for you was like the love an addict has for drugs. At first, it felt like love. It always does. It was easy. It felt safe. You didn’t question it. It didn’t happen overnight it crept in, quietly. What once felt like comfort began to take more than it gave. The choice was suddenly ripped away from you. It became something you needed, something you craved like an addict craving their next hit. I told myself it was love, but love doesn’t take like that, consuming everything until nothing is left. I hate you now the way an addict hates what they still crave.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC

Kaidence

What it took

The love I felt for you was like the love an addict has for drugs. At first, it felt like love. It always does. It was easy. It felt safe. You didn’t question it. It didn’t happen overnight it crept in, quietly. What once felt like comfort began to take more than it gave. The choice was suddenly ripped away from you. It became something you needed, something you craved like an addict craving their next hit. I told myself it was love, but love doesn’t take like that, consuming everything until nothing is left. I hate you now the way an addict hates what they still crave.

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You burned me the way the sun burns skin. At first, you were warm, comforting lighting every inch of me with your light. But the longer I stayed, the more it changed. Slowly. Quietly. The comfort turned into heat not unbearable, but not what it was. Then the heat became burning. Warmth turned to blistering. No longer comforting, now every inch of my skin is marked by your light. It’s been a while since I felt your warmth, but it still lingers. Blisters remain, like painful reminders. I’m haunted by what we were. You burned me the way the sun burns skin.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC

Kaidence

Too close

You burned me the way the sun burns skin. At first, you were warm, comforting lighting every inch of me with your light. But the longer I stayed, the more it changed. Slowly. Quietly. The comfort turned into heat not unbearable, but not what it was. Then the heat became burning. Warmth turned to blistering. No longer comforting, now every inch of my skin is marked by your light. It’s been a while since I felt your warmth, but it still lingers. Blisters remain, like painful reminders. I’m haunted by what we were. You burned me the way the sun burns skin.

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