And so I went to the water,
To wash my wounds,
To cool my burns,
To calm my storms,
Yet still — I bled red.
And so I went to the water,
To dive for clarity,
To search for dignity,
To drown my fragility,
Yet still — I bled red.
And so I went to the water,
To find my innocence,
To forgive my insolence,
To cleanse my conscience,
Yet still — I bled red.
And so I went to the water,
And dwelled in pain,
To mend what love had broken,
To sew what had been torn,
To patch what life had scorned,
And yet — I still bled red.
This red won’t let me go.
This red has stayed.
For it is always the wounded
Who bleed—
Never the ones
Who carry the blade.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC
The storm within may cloud the views,
But morning breaks with brighter hues.
It’s true — I have paid my dues,
Wanted so badly to be your muse.
Now I realize I was just confused,
It’s time to give myself the news:
I have grown — and it’s me you lose.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
Sometimes I daydream,
Because if you had noticed me beyond the surface.
I saw this coming from all the others — but not you.
Nothing prepares you for the sweet betrayal
That comes from someone who grows on you organically.
Beauty in sabotage — nothing rushed,
Genuine connection and growth… wasted.
Healing hands turned to court arguments,
And still, I saw the beyond in you.
You, with your arguments against mine —
And still, I wanted you.
Sometimes I daydream…
If only you could have seen you through my eyes.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC
I may be guarded,
I may be armed.
But never be a wolf in disguise,
You’ll see right through me with bare eyes.
My waves serpentine,
But intentions ever clean.
Moves neither linear nor symmetrical,
But I’ll make sure—always ethical.
It’s the moral from within,
Taught to me by family.
Sometimes I win—sometimes I lose,
But trust me, loyalty is what I choose.
At times intense,
At times restrained.
This face is all I’ve got,
So believe me, there’s no other plot.
Ever trusting— devoted.
But always living at the border,
Should I stay, or should I go?
Always running from disorder.
The most grounded,
The most kind.
But everything runs out of time,
I’ll carry on, baggage in tow, in the silence of a mime.
Perfectly fluid in integrity,
Never quiet when you ask.
I have too been burned by silence,
This stands tall as my reverence.
And I will say this one more time,
I am guarded,
I am armed.
Ever kind within my heart, but never at the cost of my demise.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC