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teliathomas
teliathomas
bruised and broken covered up with blush
she was filled with poetry destruction in her voice but love in her words she scared you instead of turning towards you she turned the mirror forced to look at your reflection you succumbed to weakness
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May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 2:50 AM UTC
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glowing she had a smile that was infectious so you held in yours it's like she made you feel bare vulnerable you hated it because you craved it even more selfishly you asked, "who am i to have you?" while her light glowed you dimmed yours it wasn't a competition but you wanted to win her desperately, you wanted to win her.
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May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 2:43 AM UTC
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And our meeting was just a thrill I was meant to experience in order to become more real The fuller version of me that I kept repressing finally combust and catapulted me in the right direction To find a love that would accept me And honor me By showing up with respect and full authenticity Transparency is not earned, it is a must and Fated or not Predetermined or not No longer will I let Cupid’s arrow being shot take away what I was born with inherently A love that I am deserving of and is my true destiny Momentary desires are fleeting compared to a slow burning fire that nurtures and inspires So maybe you were nothing more than a spontaneous flicker That fizzled out once you realized my flame was indeed, much bigger
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May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 4:26 AM UTC
Maybe twin flames aren’t real
I’m losing myself Maybe I haven’t worked on myself Everything isn’t about me I don’t know what I want I feel lost and I feel like no one understands me. No one listens anymore, and I can’t even hear myself. I’ve fallen upon deaf ears. And no one did it to me, just myself.
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Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 2:19 AM UTC
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I started writing again as a way to cope with the silence, constantly blaming myself with internal violence Because it's me, and always will be My vision is skewed Maybe it's not you It's just me, And always will be I wonder if the end's creeping up soon.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
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Where's an outlet when you need it? Searching for power Power in myself In my words Power to let go and finally disperse I say Mouth shut Too damaged to work
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
No one's hear
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run No beginning nor from Just forward And only forward.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
A horror story
It's closing in Holding back tears My nose is running The stuffed feeling in my head is returning Burning Ringing Trapped in the shower I can't stop screaming At these weights Intruding Deluding That's crushing And crushing My only safe space
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
How to not feel so alone in your own home
roaming through the desert of a foreign land blood on my hands armor made from the pieces of sand bleeding out unable to shout there are no echos or other lifeforms to hear my pleas dying of thirst i drop to knees until behold a shadowy figure looms over me holding a canteen smiling ferociously unable to speak desperation fills my eyes eyes dried up not able to cry no empathy a statue of apathy with a slow stare you vanish right past me
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
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she was the kind of crazy people thought they liked had a bit of a wild streak not much of a filter and didn't really distinguish who could get with her at least that what they thought was all to her in reality behind that beautifully masked facade she was a fragile girl going through the world looking only for affection with maybe just a hint of validation her eyes dreamed for the world thinking she was ready going head first but never steady not afraid of difficult feats but quick to leave if her desires never meet maybe she was fickle loathed tediousness and badgering of regrets (also, the grossness of sweat) but on the contrary her patience was weary and with the dullness of life she was starting to lose her faith in faeries maybe a bit scary but you you loved her full and through and there was nothing you would not do just to hear that goofy laugh and see that dimpled grin you finally came to terms with it, your love for her was a blissful sin.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
miss misunderstood