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jack-ingrouille
jack-ingrouille
22/M/London A student and aspiring writer trying to navigate the world with BPD
My body is the tomb in which I buried my faith, A wraith of youth’s ideals to whom I pledge my fate. This bitterness cries out to the city’s faded stars; Light drowning light, drowning like an open scar. We seek solace in the bonds we have forged from our longing, Yet words breed more words and we are found wanting. How may I defy Providence’s contempt? To take death’s dance and elude all discontent.
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
I Loathe to Look Ahead
If I could just cry right now, You would hold me. But I cannot cry, So I’ll just lay here, Back turned to empathy To pathetic boy.
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
Stitch
My darling, I confess to you now my infidelity. To her, you have been and always will be secondary. And I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. Who else? Who else? The problem is, is that she gives me something You never could, and that is an assurance That she could never possibly Abandon me. She will stand By my side Until the day I die, And if she has her way, that day can’t come soon enough. She is with me when I sleep, In my dreams. She is there when I am touching you. She was there the very day you and I met, Arrogantly retreating into the shadows, Safe in the knowledge that I would let her back in Soon. And now I watch you shrink like a dying star And I know you cannot bear to see me Continue this affair. I feel the strength of your grip on my heart melt Away like the ice confining my darkest desires. My hands conspire to push you away, While my tongue fires bullets straight through Your crippled resolve. I feel her cold embrace Constrict around my vessel. You watch on helpless, horrified, Disgusted at my weakness. You blame yourself, of course. Such naivety to think I could ever need you more than her. But no. I’m the one who is broken. A spoke in love’s rusting wheel. I know this is all just in my mind, But does that mean it isn’t real?
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
A Cold Place