“I Bent… But I Rose”
— Petula
I bent…
but I never stayed there.
Life tried to fold me
into something small,
something quiet,
something easy to forget—
but I was never built that way.
I learned how to stand
with tears still in my eyes,
how to smile
with a storm in my chest,
how to walk away
without looking back.
You thought I would break—
but breaking isn’t in me.
I rebuild.
I rise.
I become.
And every scar on me
is proof…
I didn’t lose—
I transformed.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 3:07 PM UTC
Soft Still
I stayed soft
in places
that tried to harden me.
I kept my heart open
even when it came back
a little more broken.
I learned that strength
is not always loud—
sometimes
it is quiet,
gentle,
and still standing.
— Petula
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC
I spent my life pouring into a well that went dry,
Chasing a shadow I thought was a sister,
Only to watch her turn her back when the sky fell in.
She took the hand of the one who broke me,
Leaving me in the dust of a "lowest" I couldn't escape.
But in the wreckage of that fake love,
Where the betrayal tasted like ash,
A different light started to hum.
It wasn't the one I expected; it was the one I’d overlooked.
Dani.
The little sister who became the giant heart.
I didn't love myself, so I didn't know how to love you.
I was jagged, and cold, and hard to hold.
I pushed, I stayed silent, I showed you nothing—
And still, you didn't flinch.
In a world full of "fuck yous" and fickle hearts,
You stood in the gray and told the storm it couldn't have me.
I wish I was more like you, Dani.
I wish I had that soul of pure gold,
That keeps giving even when the world is taking.
You are the "real" in a world made of plastic.
It should have been you all along.
I’m so glad the Architect knew what I needed
Even when I was too blind to see it.
He sent me an angel in a hoodie,
To show me that I was worth a best friend's love.
I wouldn't trade you for the stars.
I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
I love you, Dani Thompson.
Thank you for being the one who stayed.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
The world looks at my leaking eyes
and drafts a script for a man who left,
or a lover who turned to stone.
They offer bandages for a heart
they think was bruised by a person.
But my ribs are a cage for a different ghost.
I am not weeping for a "him" or a "them."
I am staring at the ceiling, asking the Architect
why He builds such beautiful rooms
only to tear the floor out before the guest arrives.
Three times the sun rose in my marrow.
Three times the clock stopped before the first chime.
I used to think of the Light as a destination,
but right now, it feels like a thief.
Not a killing—He doesn’t use a blade—
He just reaches into the soil of me
and gathers my seeds before they can even touch the air.
The first two were quiet departures,
shadows slipping out the back door.
But the third?
The last one didn’t just leave;
it took the foundation with it.
It left a silence so loud it’s deafening.
But even in the break, I hold the line. I keep the promise I whispered into the dark.
The Architect may have gathered them early,
but He’s just holding them in a room I haven't entered yet.
One day, the silence will end.
One day, I’ll walk through those golden gates
and I won’t be looking for streets of pearl—
I’ll be looking for three.
I’ll see you all. I'll hold what I couldn't keep.
Until then, I carry the light of you
until the day my promise meets the sky.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
I’d have took you home if you were rotting in the street,
Fat, ugly, broke—didn’t matter who we’d meet.
I’d have pulled you from under the bridge, no hesitation,
While you were busy building a sick-f*** foundation.
You wanted to "weed me out," to see if I’d run,
To see if I’d chase the gold or the sun.
But I was right there in the trenches, digging for you,
While you were turning me "crazy" and twisting the *****
I thought I finally found the home and the peace that was missing,
The end of the pain, the soul I’d been kissing.
I thought I found a place to belong in a world so cold,
A heart just like mine, a story to be told.
I thought you were the one who brought me back when I was gone,
The missing piece that made me whole before the dawn.
I thought I found a man in a cruel world of little boys,
Who only want one thing and treat hearts like they're toys.
But man, was I so wrong—you wasn’t who I thought at all,
You just brought me back so you could watch me fall.
You threw me back to the cold world, just like the rest,
After putting my "dumb, silly" big heart to the test.
I fell so deep in love with a man who didn't exist,
Just another shadow in the cold, gray mist.
I was just looking for the home I thought I finally found,
But I was just being "silly," pinned to the ground.
By: Dumb Silly Girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
You played the pauper, the ghost, the wreck,
Waiting for me to jump ship for a check.
Testing my soul with a rigged-up game,
Waiting for me to go chasing the fame.
You wanted to see if I’d run for the gold,
But I was the only one stayed in the cold.
I didn’t want the cars or the plastic skin,
I was digging through the dirt for the man within.
But while I was searching for the heart I knew,
You were busy turning the screws on me too.
Trying to "weed me out," to see if I’d break,
Until you turned my love into a massive ache.
I hope you feel like a man in your empty room,
Master of the "test" that sealed our doom.
Was it worth the win? Was it worth the pride?
To **** the only girl who was on your side?
You weeded out the gold while looking for the fake,
And now you’re left with the silence you make.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
I would’ve crawled under that bridge with you,
Lived in the dirt and shared the scraps.
Ugly, broken, homeless, or through—
I didn’t give a **** about the traps.
I offered a heart for a heart when I had nothing left,
But you mistook my mercy for a target for theft.
You took a woman who was already down,
And tried to kick the soul right out of her chest.
You wanted to be the king of a junk-pile crown,
By making me feel like I was less than the rest.
Every "crazy" you called me was a stone in your wall,
Building yourself up just to watch me fall.
Well, look at you now, standing over the wreckage.
I hope you feel like a man today.
I hope that hollow ego was worth the breakage,
And the price of the girl you threw away.
Was it worth it to win? Was it worth it to lie?
To feel like a giant while you watched my worth die?
You’re the one left with the nothing now.
I hope the silence is exactly what you wanted.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
I’d have taken you from the dirt,
Under the bridge, in the cold and the rain.
Could’ve been the ugliest, the brokest, the most hurt,
And I’d have loved you through every ounce of pain.
I didn’t care about the status or the gold,
It was a heart for a heart—that’s the story I told.
I had nothing myself, just a soul to share,
But you took my kindness and you stripped it bare.
You spent your time trying to make me small,
Pushing me down 'til I had no height at all.
Making me feel like I was worth a zero,
While I was looking at you like you were my hero.
So yeah, go ahead and stand tall now, I guess.
I hope you’re proud of leaving this mess.
I hope you feel like a man, sitting on your throne,
King of the nothing that you finally own.
Was it worth it to break the one who saw your soul?
Was it worth it to leave a heart with a gaping hole?
Love is love, and mine was true and deep,
But the secrets of your cruelty are yours to keep.
I hope it was worth it, the price that you paid,
To lose the only person who would’ve stayed
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
I walked through the shadows, a blind kind of grace,
Looking for a soul, not a name or a face.
I didn’t need a crown or a hoard of bright gold,
Just a hand I could trust, and a truth I could hold.
You built up a maze made of riddles and lies,
A "test" for a heart you couldn't recognize.
While you played your games in the dark, out of view,
I was falling for the ghost I thought was you.
You called it a "check" to see what I’d crave,
But I was already deep, I was already brave.
I wasn't chasing the shimmer or the weight of a purse,
I was loving the man—for better or worse.
You let me feel "crazy," you watched as I spun,
Hiding your light like a thief hides the sun.
But the joke’s on the jeweler who doubts his own prize,
Because I saw the worth with my own naked eyes.
It never mattered if you were a king or a stray,
I’d have stood in the rain either way.
But you can’t test a spirit as honest as mine,
And expect it to wait for your "perfect" design.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
The world looks at my leaking eyes
and drafts a script for a man who left,
or a lover who turned to stone.
They offer bandages for a heart
they think was bruised by a person.
But my ribs are a cage for a different ghost.
I am not weeping for a "him" or a "them."
I am staring at the ceiling, asking the Architect
why He builds such beautiful rooms
only to tear the floor out before the guest arrives.
Three times the sun rose in my marrow.
Three times the clock stopped before the first chime.
I used to think of the Light as a destination,
but right now, it feels like a thief.
Not a killing—He doesn’t use a blade—
He just reaches into the soil of me
and gathers my seeds before they can even touch the air.
The first two were quiet departures,
shadows slipping out the back door.
But the third?
The last one didn’t just leave;
it took the foundation with it.
It left a silence so loud it’s deafening.
I am a garden of empty cradles,
standing in the wild,
waiting for the one time the Light
decides to let something stay.
By dum silly girl
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:28 PM UTC