fizbett - Hello Poetry

and there's an emptiness that follows me it shrinks my world when it creeps up, knows which buttons to press and when it latches on it takes its sweet time to leave i have though of peeling back every soft thing i own press mountains into my skin till they imprint my bones it would still hurt less than not hurting at all

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May 23

May 23, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC

Inventory

and there's an emptiness that follows me it shrinks my world when it creeps up, knows which buttons to press and when it latches on it takes its sweet time to leave i have though of peeling back every soft thing i own press mountains into my skin till they imprint my bones it would still hurt less than not hurting at all

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to mistake every gust of wind for your touch to feel your breath in places it never even reached to shiver at nothing and call it intimacy it was the same before it was the same after only now I know you were never here you never held me yet I still find your hands in the folds of my clothes your voice in the spaces between my thoughts the only thing that’s changed is everything.

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC

to love a hologram

to mistake every gust of wind for your touch to feel your breath in places it never even reached to shiver at nothing and call it intimacy it was the same before it was the same after only now I know you were never here you never held me yet I still find your hands in the folds of my clothes your voice in the spaces between my thoughts the only thing that’s changed is everything.

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Third time’s the charm but it’s been five.. seven.. fifteen.. I’ve lost count. I think this one’s deep enough I think this one comes close to rivaling every wretched thing I did today. For all the discourse about it, they always neglect to mention the raw beauty of it. The scarlet beads and uneven armlets curling around edges of untamed flesh grotesque on the outside, uglier on the inside, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲 it’ll be deep enough.

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC

uneven cuffs

Third time’s the charm but it’s been five.. seven.. fifteen.. I’ve lost count. I think this one’s deep enough I think this one comes close to rivaling every wretched thing I did today. For all the discourse about it, they always neglect to mention the raw beauty of it. The scarlet beads and uneven armlets curling around edges of untamed flesh grotesque on the outside, uglier on the inside, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲 it’ll be deep enough.

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At the edges of horizon where sky meets sea- they lift their golden faces to the waiting wind they spin, laugh and wish upon stars overcome with longing to 𝒃𝒆. Lost stars in twilight air weightless prayers with nowhere to rest, sweeping into currents unseen, unknown, and settling into worlds far from here.

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Mar 1, 2025

Mar 1, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC

dandelion drift

At the edges of horizon where sky meets sea- they lift their golden faces to the waiting wind they spin, laugh and wish upon stars overcome with longing to 𝒃𝒆. Lost stars in twilight air weightless prayers with nowhere to rest, sweeping into currents unseen, unknown, and settling into worlds far from here.

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5:00 am; the sun has yet to rise. the candlelight stands sentinel on the table, pooling over words, pages, lifelines, pressing on them, drowning them beyond the reach of understanding. My shadow stretches long against the wall desperate to flee yet soldered in place. I choke on air thickened by rancid breath and on words that hang like hollow husks. Somewhere, a nightjar stirs too early, hoodwinked by this false sun I sit idly writing to no one, writing to everything.

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Mar 1, 2025

Mar 1, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC

False Dawn

5:00 am; the sun has yet to rise. the candlelight stands sentinel on the table, pooling over words, pages, lifelines, pressing on them, drowning them beyond the reach of understanding. My shadow stretches long against the wall desperate to flee yet soldered in place. I choke on air thickened by rancid breath and on words that hang like hollow husks. Somewhere, a nightjar stirs too early, hoodwinked by this false sun I sit idly writing to no one, writing to everything.

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even the moon lets go of the tide but we stand transfixed on the shore, waiting anyway.

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Feb 26, 2025

Feb 26, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC

requiem for the tide

even the moon lets go of the tide but we stand transfixed on the shore, waiting anyway.

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I stood at the centre of it all your attention and your promises, and yet, it was ink on brittle pages that held me like roots hold the dead. these words held me in ways your arms never did, and your presence never could.

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Feb 25, 2025

Feb 25, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC

words.

I stood at the centre of it all your attention and your promises, and yet, it was ink on brittle pages that held me like roots hold the dead. these words held me in ways your arms never did, and your presence never could.

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i know she told you she loves you i see it in the shimmer of your eyes. you think of running your hands through her hair and galaxies start expanding in your pupils i know this because i wore that same look when i thought of you, when i traded my mind for a brothel, bartered pieces of my soul to fit inside your mold you come to me, your voice laced with reverence, and recount to me how beautiful she is while I'm still intoxicated by that fleeting summer day you called me by the same see, i could fracture myself and reshape my whole body, rewire the circuits in my brain and become a composite of everyone you’ve ever loved but i could never be new to you again. i know you crave what’s untouched, and I'm starting to decay. if i could just twist back time i wouldn’t taste your love again, but stand outside watching the neon lights flickering like dying stars, and drag myself away I've always known- if it had been different, if you ever had been capable of loving me the way i broke myself to deserve i wouldn’t have reduced myself to dust for a sliver of your affection i was just a number. i think she is too. but if she’s the one who remakes you, while I’m left here alone in this hell-house, I’ll sink into the darkest caverns of myself.

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Feb 25, 2025

Feb 25, 2025 at 4:15 AM UTC

The Brothel Window

i know she told you she loves you i see it in the shimmer of your eyes. you think of running your hands through her hair and galaxies start expanding in your pupils i know this because i wore that same look when i thought of you, when i traded my mind for a brothel, bartered pieces of my soul to fit inside your mold you come to me, your voice laced with reverence, and recount to me how beautiful she is while I'm still intoxicated by that fleeting summer day you called me by the same see, i could fracture myself and reshape my whole body, rewire the circuits in my brain and become a composite of everyone you’ve ever loved but i could never be new to you again. i know you crave what’s untouched, and I'm starting to decay. if i could just twist back time i wouldn’t taste your love again, but stand outside watching the neon lights flickering like dying stars, and drag myself away I've always known- if it had been different, if you ever had been capable of loving me the way i broke myself to deserve i wouldn’t have reduced myself to dust for a sliver of your affection i was just a number. i think she is too. but if she’s the one who remakes you, while I’m left here alone in this hell-house, I’ll sink into the darkest caverns of myself.

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the walls heave deep and frantic each exhale shrinks space tightens air closer still until I am ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ .

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Feb 23, 2025

Feb 23, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC

the walls are closing in