ends-of-the-earth - Hello Poetry

hung. drawn. quartered. my skin crawls with patchwork memories tearducts swollen im tired and tired of being tired i text you with shaky hands "urgent" "call me please x" i feel pathetic wondering when your phone turned on, and why you havent called if i called earlier, by like, two days would you have picked up? i guess i'll never know, are we over? did you mean it? when i followed you around the house like a lost puppy and you told me it wasnt the right time to kiss me craning your neck to make sure my mum didn't see you hold me its been two weeks where.are.you? i miss you I wanted to tell you about Spain. i would love to go with you. we won't. ill stop calling, stop breathing. because id rather spend my life drowning myself in the spark of my lighter, than crawling to you on my knees. (i will, and we both know it) never strong enough to pull myself from your blue eyes and goatee. i told you i didnt want you to leave, you asked why i always looked like i was about to cry when you were "done" i said i was scared i was attached. that my heart couldn't take another beating you shrugged and told me we were mates. i swallowed it because you called me baby, and i thought that was fine but it is the absence that makes me want more its been two weeks. its over and im clinging on.

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23h ago

Jun 3, 2026 at 5:09 PM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

drawn and quartered

hung. drawn. quartered. my skin crawls with patchwork memories tearducts swollen im tired and tired of being tired i text you with shaky hands "urgent" "call me please x" i feel pathetic wondering when your phone turned on, and why you havent called if i called earlier, by like, two days would you have picked up? i guess i'll never know, are we over? did you mean it? when i followed you around the house like a lost puppy and you told me it wasnt the right time to kiss me craning your neck to make sure my mum didn't see you hold me its been two weeks where.are.you? i miss you I wanted to tell you about Spain. i would love to go with you. we won't. ill stop calling, stop breathing. because id rather spend my life drowning myself in the spark of my lighter, than crawling to you on my knees. (i will, and we both know it) never strong enough to pull myself from your blue eyes and goatee. i told you i didnt want you to leave, you asked why i always looked like i was about to cry when you were "done" i said i was scared i was attached. that my heart couldn't take another beating you shrugged and told me we were mates. i swallowed it because you called me baby, and i thought that was fine but it is the absence that makes me want more its been two weeks. its over and im clinging on.

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Stale cigarettes A hard days cheap labour I taste it on your cracked lips Smell it when i beg you Arms draped around your neck Hormones raging, I want to puke as you invade me but I'm senseless and spineless I want you to live inside of me Smoke screens and a A promise made before you pull me in to ruin me Red nails brighter than blood A hand down your back Your hand down my jeans You sound like you've been crying As you ask whether you went too fast Do you remember the last time I was touched by you?

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Apr 26

Apr 26, 2026 at 8:00 AM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

Gut wrench

Stale cigarettes A hard days cheap labour I taste it on your cracked lips Smell it when i beg you Arms draped around your neck Hormones raging, I want to puke as you invade me but I'm senseless and spineless I want you to live inside of me Smoke screens and a A promise made before you pull me in to ruin me Red nails brighter than blood A hand down your back Your hand down my jeans You sound like you've been crying As you ask whether you went too fast Do you remember the last time I was touched by you?

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i want to tell you how i feel And call you something id regret Acting cold has never been my strong suit That would claw at you, wouldn't it? I want to scratch at the looming figure you send to me Cry out to the crows, cry out to God If i had a metaphor, a metronome, a minute to sit and spill The balance would tip, The scales would split And we’d be even in the ground again Our battered hearts would grow around each other's His whisper in my ear, I curl in on myself. I straighten my back and tell him I need to leave? A question disguised as You should’ve told me to stop I wash myself, ***** ***** ***** Tell me I love it, cradles me to his chest Fixes my clothes and pulls up my jeans A choking blue iris and a pupil so small It looks like its Two thousand light years away All he did was, Something i can’t quite remember. All i feel is numb. Liking “it” at the time does nothing, Its an illusion to cope with the memories to dispel the sickness Motionless static vision, A hurt behind the tear ducts A build-up, a time bomb filled with knives A black hole of what i could've done To save him from me, to save myself from him A stomach-ache at the urges Bile rising like his anger did, A victim, a villian, a man, an infant. A glint in the eye Random panic, a clawing heaving Ripping its way up my throat A blame to place, beginning of the begging A strange ritual, a thing i hate, Youthful face and corpse eyes A smashed light, a bare mattress, Mould creeping up the walls A hand, a face, a tooth glinting in memory Somewhere i can’t go, A freeze, a need to feel loved. A deer in headlights knelt at attention again Inferior, teary eyed and doelike something that i believe myself to be

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Apr 20

Apr 20, 2026 at 6:34 AM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

Acting nice for you

i want to tell you how i feel And call you something id regret Acting cold has never been my strong suit That would claw at you, wouldn't it? I want to scratch at the looming figure you send to me Cry out to the crows, cry out to God If i had a metaphor, a metronome, a minute to sit and spill The balance would tip, The scales would split And we’d be even in the ground again Our battered hearts would grow around each other's His whisper in my ear, I curl in on myself. I straighten my back and tell him I need to leave? A question disguised as You should’ve told me to stop I wash myself, ***** ***** ***** Tell me I love it, cradles me to his chest Fixes my clothes and pulls up my jeans A choking blue iris and a pupil so small It looks like its Two thousand light years away All he did was, Something i can’t quite remember. All i feel is numb. Liking “it” at the time does nothing, Its an illusion to cope with the memories to dispel the sickness Motionless static vision, A hurt behind the tear ducts A build-up, a time bomb filled with knives A black hole of what i could've done To save him from me, to save myself from him A stomach-ache at the urges Bile rising like his anger did, A victim, a villian, a man, an infant. A glint in the eye Random panic, a clawing heaving Ripping its way up my throat A blame to place, beginning of the begging A strange ritual, a thing i hate, Youthful face and corpse eyes A smashed light, a bare mattress, Mould creeping up the walls A hand, a face, a tooth glinting in memory Somewhere i can’t go, A freeze, a need to feel loved. A deer in headlights knelt at attention again Inferior, teary eyed and doelike something that i believe myself to be

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The noise of me dragging my feet Must be quieter Than I thought Even if it feels like I'm screaming My voice is raw Because you’re not seeing The untied shoelaces the mud I'm tracking inside.

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

cry for help

The noise of me dragging my feet Must be quieter Than I thought Even if it feels like I'm screaming My voice is raw Because you’re not seeing The untied shoelaces the mud I'm tracking inside.

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Way too far gone now I know this Rabbit hole of hate Is bad for me That you are bad for me I love, How I hate you, How i want this. i whisper into the void the void whispers back tells me to pull you to me a midnight waltz. Us against all the rightness Of the world that owes us So much. How we stand righteous, And will always win Wrapped in sheets of satin sin

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

how i hate the want

Way too far gone now I know this Rabbit hole of hate Is bad for me That you are bad for me I love, How I hate you, How i want this. i whisper into the void the void whispers back tells me to pull you to me a midnight waltz. Us against all the rightness Of the world that owes us So much. How we stand righteous, And will always win Wrapped in sheets of satin sin

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You paint your nails, they look beautiful. But then you act like someone who has never known peace— you bite them down, tear the skin, leave yourself raw, bleeding. What are you trying to prove? You don’t need to suffer anymore, love. You’ve grown. You are no longer alone. You have yourself now.

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ends-of-the-earth

Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 5:51 AM UTC

girlinflames

You Don’t Need to Suffer Anymore

You paint your nails, they look beautiful. But then you act like someone who has never known peace— you bite them down, tear the skin, leave yourself raw, bleeding. What are you trying to prove? You don’t need to suffer anymore, love. You’ve grown. You are no longer alone. You have yourself now.

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My mothers in the halls Ghosts in my mind I'm being haunted By burning men That i thought had left Haunted by social workers with match-lit clipboards their ash-smoke clings to my skin I thought they’d gone Thought they’d leave me marked as Care kid Don't know how To take this bout of news I want to rip the memories out of me So, i can think Don't know if they hear me God knows but he doesn't take Well to kids stuck in the system Father knows, won’t fold To the will of being a parent Spiral, rabbit holes Dark rooms Climb out of somewhere Unknown to all but you pretty paper wrapped round decay Mother, All the seconds of the day Weld to me Did they weld to you? I am messing with fate I can smell the horror Sense the skin and bones Of whatever i am becoming Maybe I'm turning into you, mother? Maybe i should try to Or at least try to be unlike Not that that’ll ever happen Shaking, quaking to cry Try to leave my soul Behind

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 5:32 AM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

document 25/matchlit/poem on a bad night

My mothers in the halls Ghosts in my mind I'm being haunted By burning men That i thought had left Haunted by social workers with match-lit clipboards their ash-smoke clings to my skin I thought they’d gone Thought they’d leave me marked as Care kid Don't know how To take this bout of news I want to rip the memories out of me So, i can think Don't know if they hear me God knows but he doesn't take Well to kids stuck in the system Father knows, won’t fold To the will of being a parent Spiral, rabbit holes Dark rooms Climb out of somewhere Unknown to all but you pretty paper wrapped round decay Mother, All the seconds of the day Weld to me Did they weld to you? I am messing with fate I can smell the horror Sense the skin and bones Of whatever i am becoming Maybe I'm turning into you, mother? Maybe i should try to Or at least try to be unlike Not that that’ll ever happen Shaking, quaking to cry Try to leave my soul Behind

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You say we failed you. We say: we followed procedure. You wanted warmth. We offered shelter. You wanted love. We offered supervised visits Limits and such. You wanted someone to listen. We logged your words. You wanted someone to stay. We rotated homes, social workers etc. You call us ghosts. We call ourselves efficient You call us crying. We call back. eventually We didn’t forget you. You were archived. You weren’t ignored. You were processed. We didn’t break you. You arrived fractured. We didn’t weld time to your skin. Time does that on its own. We didn’t fail to care. We were never designed to. We mislead We are the system. We don’t feel. We don’t flinch. We don’t cry. We survive on silence, on signatures, on the ticking of clocks that don’t ask questions. You want someone to blame. We’re easy. We’re faceless. Therefore blameless. We’re built for it. But we did what we were built to do. And we’re still doing it. we always one

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 5:23 AM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

the system

You say we failed you. We say: we followed procedure. You wanted warmth. We offered shelter. You wanted love. We offered supervised visits Limits and such. You wanted someone to listen. We logged your words. You wanted someone to stay. We rotated homes, social workers etc. You call us ghosts. We call ourselves efficient You call us crying. We call back. eventually We didn’t forget you. You were archived. You weren’t ignored. You were processed. We didn’t break you. You arrived fractured. We didn’t weld time to your skin. Time does that on its own. We didn’t fail to care. We were never designed to. We mislead We are the system. We don’t feel. We don’t flinch. We don’t cry. We survive on silence, on signatures, on the ticking of clocks that don’t ask questions. You want someone to blame. We’re easy. We’re faceless. Therefore blameless. We’re built for it. But we did what we were built to do. And we’re still doing it. we always one

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That was before you wanted to do anything with us. That was before I trusted you. That was before I trusted anyone. That was before I trusted myself. That was when I only trusted the glow of my laptop in an empty room.

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ends-of-the-earth

Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC

DorotheaDaisy

That was before

That was before you wanted to do anything with us. That was before I trusted you. That was before I trusted anyone. That was before I trusted myself. That was when I only trusted the glow of my laptop in an empty room.

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my chest swells at the thought of you being able to heal now i'm proud of you. i did it too. decided i wasn't gonna be the rebound he used to get over you

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Oct 4, 2025

Oct 4, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC

ends-of-the-earth

pride

my chest swells at the thought of you being able to heal now i'm proud of you. i did it too. decided i wasn't gonna be the rebound he used to get over you

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