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izz_midnight
izz_midnight
15/F Hi! I'm Izzy and I write poetry to express and talk about my feelings which I can't for the life of me get out any other way. (to people mostly)
Make sure there's nobody around To see you leave this place, Keep your eyes down, Don't even look back at me. If they ask why you were gone, You were studying; you ran back, I know they'll ask why you're flushed, But keep your head down and nod. Drive down the backroads when you leave, Replay the words I always say: "You can always stop" But I know we won't get there To those meetings in parking lots, Because we're just lying in these rooms Continuing this illicit affair Because we failed to hide our longing stares. It started with just a kiss, now it's so much more, And it'll end with all of this, Dying and dying like the stars we sat under A million times together. When you leave, take everything with you, Delete all the photos, and emails, Like we didn't exist at all, I'm sorry I left you stranded again. But don't take my words to heart, I'm just high of the taste of you, It'll all wear away soon, No illicit affairs to die anymore. And if we talk again, I'm screaming on the inside, Because if you try to call me baby, I'll cry, like we died, and I can't let you See all those parts of me again. So don't come up to me again Like we're back to normal—it's just pretend And I know that I'm a broken mess, But you made me keep coming back So I know all too well how this goes, This game, this play, this twisted show, And I can't deny that I would ruin myself For you a million times.
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Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC
Illicit Affairs
I cried in silence again. The tears streamed down And made puddles on my carpet floor I'm lying on again. I watched the minutes change again. Somehow the clocks go from five thirty To nine thirty in an hour; I've been on the same assignment. I took a nap this afternoon again. But I didn't even turn out the lights, I don't know if i fell asleep Or if I was just falling like I was the rest of the day. My sweatshirt sleeves are wet again. It's too hot out to wear long sleeves But I sweat through it anyway; I'm just cold. My room is scattered with mess again. Bugs crawling, biting at my legs As I'm lying in my bed, awake, Because I'm living a nightmare. I'm not happy anymore. But don't think I ever was, I'm not sad, not quite, Don't know who this world was made for... But I don't think for me.
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Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 8:48 AM UTC
behind slammed doors and silent screams
Do you know it hurts to leave me here? Bleeding, scarred, begging for someone to see, And you won't shed a single tear— Even though we've been through so much—for me. Didn't you know? Do you know it kills me when you walk away? Your back is turned, footsteps left, and I still stand, But you keep leaving me there, day after day, So I fall and fall, but you won't ever see me land. Didn't you know? Do you know how I die when you lie? Hair over your eyes that are glued to your feet, Nervous like I won't see through the things you hide, I know I'm too much, but you took the heat. Didn't you know? Do you know that I cry because I don't know? I don't know why you aren't here anymore, by my side, I'm so lost in this sea, in the music, in this twisted show, And you're too callous to see my goodbye. Didn't you know It's my time to go?
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
didn't you know...?
Is it all too much when I ask for nothing? Just for you to say 'hi' in the halls, And ask if I'm okay when I'm crying in the corner, But it's all too much for you. Is it all too much when I say a word? Just one single word about myself, And even when the words are ones you should care about, It's all too much for you. Is it all too much when I hang around? Just to be there and not be lonely-stricken like I am, And have someone to keep me accountable, But it's all too much for you Because even when I'm sad, and down, Even when I stay up late for your wallows, Even when I need to rant because then I'll scream, And I listen to all of your creations without a second thought. Even when I'm just there; silent, invisible, You'll still push me out. I know that I'm weird, a mess—different, But so are you, and that's what makes us fit. But now you glare at me from down the hall, So I'm sorry this can't mend, But that's alright with you, isn't it?
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 9:06 AM UTC
too much
You put on your glassy mask So I'll only see The version of yourself You contrived for me. You slip on your suffocating shoes So you can walk on Like you're not gasping for air, And nothing is wrong. You tie up your hair tightly So you can pretend You're that pretty little girl again With those once loyal friends. You slide up your dejected glasses So I can't see your bleeding scars Hiding behind the facade— I don't know who you really are.
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Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
A Stranger Who Holds My Hand
You said, "I love you still" And the words are like boulders on my back, Crushing me, like how I drowned our love Because we were just momentary. Waltzing with my hand intertwined with death Has never been a greater fate, You'll keep pulling that knife out of my chest, But you'll always be too late.
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Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
SAVE ME
On misty moons, I wander free, Escaping life's cacophony, The world's too loud—a fading sound, As nature's peace enfolds me round. All alone, my spirit grows strong, Visions of a hidden world beyond; Shadows of the past still linger near, And now, my soul will find me here. For in this land, I'm never alone, Nature's heartbeat echoes my own. Let me dwell here, where wisdom flows, With a world of wonder that grows and grows.
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Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:16 PM UTC
On misty moons, I wander free
I've never felt second best, Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions: "Who's older?" "Who's smarter?" "Who's the favorite?" But you never gave into them: "They were born at the same time" "They both have straight A's" "I love them both so much" What's changed? I've learned that I'm younger, Only by a second—a moment, My birth certificate bears a different time, Yet we still tell people we're the same age Because the difference doesn't define us. Now I'm starting to fail my classes, Not a single A to my name anymore. You must think of her as the smarter one, While I'm the one who can't be bothered: No homework, no studying, no perfect SAT score. Have things changed because you've finally chosen a favorite? And of course, it's her. I've grown to hate myself, So it's not surprising you do too. You see yourself in me and loathe it, Support no longer feels like support Because you can't imagine I'd be anything like you: Of course I'm not sad, Or anxious enough to pass out, Of course I'm faking when I'm throwing up So you'll send me to school. But when she wants to stay home, You shower her with love, Buy her favorite foods, While you'd take mine away to keep me thin. When I want to disappear, I'm still second best. You'll cry, but still yell, Making me feel guilty for wanting you to care. I'll keep my head down—float with the majority, And try to live with being second priority. But know that I am more than your reflection; More than a twin, more than second best. I am my own person, worthy of love, Even if you can't see it yet.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
second priority
I've never felt second best, Being a twin, you get asked a lot of questions: "Who's older?" "Who's smarter?" "Who's the favorite?" But you never gave into them: "They were born at the same time" "They both have straight A's" "I love them both so much" What's changed? I've learned that I'm younger, Only by a second—a moment, My birth certificate bears a different time, Yet we still tell people we're the same age Because the difference doesn't define us. Now I'm starting to fail my classes, Not a single A to my name anymore. You must think of her as the smarter one, While I'm the one who can't be bothered: No homework, no studying, no perfect SAT score. Have things changed because you've finally chosen a favorite? And of course, it's her. I've grown to hate myself, So it's not surprising you do too. You see yourself in me and loathe it, Support no longer feels like support Because you can't imagine I'd be anything like you: Of course I'm not sad, Or anxious enough to pass out, Of course I'm faking when I'm throwing up So you'll send me to school. But when she wants to stay home, You shower her with love, Buy her favorite foods, While you'd take mine away to keep me thin. When I want to disappear, I'm still second best. You'll cry, but still yell, Making me feel guilty for wanting you to care. I'll keep my head down—float with the majority, And try to live with being second priority. But know that I am more than your reflection; More than a twin, more than second best. I am my own person, worthy of love, Even if you can't see it yet.
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since i was twelve i've always hated this body, looked in the mirror every morning and saw it glaring back at me, because it hates me just as much as i hate it, i didn't know insecurities could mean this much. they give me all the pills to try to make me not be afraid of me but i know they can't ever fix me so i push them all away so i don't drown myself in medicine just to die again. i've seen therapists but they don't seem to care when I tell them my feelings because they'd rather send me into an asylum for my cynical thoughts. I'll take another punch, another cut, another hit, another fake fix so I can pretend like I am happy while i'm dying on the inside, because escapes are better than healing what might be beyond repair. I don't want to be this way forever, and I'll keep lying to myself saying i'm getting better when i'm falling deeper into darkness, but it seems that I stop myself before I get better, because I hate me and i'm scared to be happy.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
happy
I used to wake up and just watch you breathe, I'd see your face and smile; we were in love. It hurt me in a way that I would seethe Every time I saw you and I've become A monster who covers all of their scars, A beast who twists your words so that they hurt, A freak who thinks we're written in the stars, When you say I'm beautiful, I avert Because I'm scared of what I do not know, Don't know if I can be happy at all, But maybe life will live and let me grow, But I'm scared that I'll only ever fall. So when you leave I'll rip myself to shreds, But things beyond repair may yet still mend.
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
maybe I'll be fixed