maitreyi - Hello Poetry

When I was younger, it all seemed like play, I bit my own tongue without knowing the way. Tarnished my name, got caught in the mess, Too busy chasing honey to notice the stress. Chasing the sweet, I missed the bitter bite, Blind to the venom hiding in plain sight. In cold moments, I feel the regret, The honey I chased, the venom I let.

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Sep 5, 2024

Sep 5, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC

Honey

When I was younger, it all seemed like play, I bit my own tongue without knowing the way. Tarnished my name, got caught in the mess, Too busy chasing honey to notice the stress. Chasing the sweet, I missed the bitter bite, Blind to the venom hiding in plain sight. In cold moments, I feel the regret, The honey I chased, the venom I let.

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I cared to be loved, Loved the adoring. He swore that he did. Oh, the great deceiving! Was it him or me— who's at fault? For I felt nothing, not for him, not at all. If I were him, I too would resent me. Then why do I not feel guilty? He was the first to **** me with his— Words or gaze; his entire existence Drove me mad. There was no escaping. If hell was earth, I was in it, Burned holes into my body every time his two eyes found me, the lovely gazing. I still bear the scars of thirteen.

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Sep 4, 2024

Sep 4, 2024 at 6:14 AM UTC

Scars of thirteen

I cared to be loved, Loved the adoring. He swore that he did. Oh, the great deceiving! Was it him or me— who's at fault? For I felt nothing, not for him, not at all. If I were him, I too would resent me. Then why do I not feel guilty? He was the first to **** me with his— Words or gaze; his entire existence Drove me mad. There was no escaping. If hell was earth, I was in it, Burned holes into my body every time his two eyes found me, the lovely gazing. I still bear the scars of thirteen.

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It's eating me up alive, Or am I too rotten to be fed? Alone, inside-out, my head— Let me out of this horror fest. Pictures became archives, Of a repetitive, stagnant time. Anger manifests itself— Am I rotten enough yet? A sharp pain in my chest; I put on a smile instead. Juices seeping out, blood-red— Pages fill my medical files. Is it supposed to be a crime? I am my own target. The old folks lied— An apple couldn't keep me alive. Words cut deeper than knives, Wounds that fester in my mind. Home to others, not myself— Am I rotten enough yet?

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Sep 3, 2024

Sep 3, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC

APPLE

It's eating me up alive, Or am I too rotten to be fed? Alone, inside-out, my head— Let me out of this horror fest. Pictures became archives, Of a repetitive, stagnant time. Anger manifests itself— Am I rotten enough yet? A sharp pain in my chest; I put on a smile instead. Juices seeping out, blood-red— Pages fill my medical files. Is it supposed to be a crime? I am my own target. The old folks lied— An apple couldn't keep me alive. Words cut deeper than knives, Wounds that fester in my mind. Home to others, not myself— Am I rotten enough yet?

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