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mercanarapoglu
24/F
you and me both always the poet, never the muse. let’s change that at least for one of us 'cause i just realized for the first time, i don’t hate someone i want my mind to touch yours, to be the one for you i never had. how I grew wings for you to rest in the shadows i want to burn just so you burn brighter. i want to see you grow into something new and still find me in the roots. the shape of me curved slightly by your shadow, my laugh rewritten in your tone, your worries echoing in my chest like a younger brother’s secret. i want to be in your blood before that poem was written, behind the darkest nights, beneath the brightest sparks. everyone you love i want to see you love them even more. feel everything. see the dust in the sunbeams. remember me in that moment right after the fireworks fade. i want to teach you, for you to teach me. to heal you like you heal me. i wish you could see how proud you make me in ways i never knew i could be
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Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
you and me both
I wait for someone to find what I’m hiding, I want to feel the warmth of someone’s hand on my shoulder, all I know is the weight of their hatred. I dread the ticking seconds, tomorrow always seems brighter til' it's today worst memories get a pale rose tint. I crave to toast to victories I’ve carved from bone, everything tastes like burnt birthday cake. My hands itch to create, to pull worlds from the dust, but I’m too tired to sleep and too tired to wake, half-dreaming, always on the edge of awake I want my words to pierce someone’s soul, But I’m met with silence, performing to rows of empty seats. I just miss the dry feeling on my cheeks.
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Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
burried
I’ve accepted: none of my fantasies were ever well planned to come true. To tear someone apart. To make you sick knowing that there’s nothing you can do. I used to create worlds from door creaks, Watch dust grains dance in front of the curtains. I searched for my kindergarten teacher’s perfume in every moment, tried to see everyone’s soul. But I never got the birthday cake I wanted Who cares how I cried last night how i typed i want to die knowing I’d still need to unload the dishwasher next morning. Who cares about my stupid poem? The bus driver doesn’t ask about the battle it took to leave the house today. Every step feels like dragging the sun across the sky How is it fair to live with such fire inside, yet feel so cold
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Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
tomorrow birthday
Is there a way out or a way in I can feel my knees weaken blood tingling at my fingertips One dare to create took the risk met the insane heard the song is there a way out or a way deeper in should i break all my bones to sing my song why do i shed tears why kneel to the king I checkmated once feel myself rotting under my skin sick of clothing myself in this mortal Wasting one to become everything why is this thin walls of ice feels so heated inside Is there
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Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
way out
Shall I break all my bones to sing my song Will I learn how to set the fire on before them How can you As they hold your writst hard The poison in their heart Makes your fingerprints weak A gift I was Burning bright Now the smoke is on my way Shall I No I long to be heard How can words not feel this heavy in their tongue While it crushes me
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Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC
burnt