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bleedingink Jul 30
It has been a long time,
since I’ve seen your smile.
Touched your hand,
heard your voice.
1 year, 2 months, 22 hours, and 11 seconds,
not that I’m counting.
I need you,
I never stopped needing you,
but now you are gone.
Isn’t fate cruel?
bleedingink Jul 28
you tell me to express emotion,
not to bottle everything inside,
but when i try and listen to you,
you make me want to hide.
bleedingink Jul 26
the voices in my head get louder and louder,
wrong, broken, ugly, stupid.
too much, not enough,
all the time screaming and screaming.
they don’t go away, won’t go away,
better off dead is what they say.
i can’t breathe, feel, see, live.
louder and louder until i can’t.
not anymore.
always too much and not enough.
bleedingink Jul 26
screaming,
all you do is scream,
i’m not good enough for you,
never enough.

i eat too much or not enough,
wrong clothes,
wrong hair,
wrong me,
all for you.

i can’t take this anymore,
please,
i’m crying,
breaking on the bathroom floor,
why can’t you see?

you told me you loved me
but love isn’t supposed to hurt,
not like this.
bleedingink Jul 21
breathe in, breathe out,
it’ll all be ok.
breathe in, breathe out,
it’s been another day.
bleedingink Jul 4
A soft hand, curled in mine, a hesitant dove finding harbor.
Fingers interlaced, a fragile promise etched against the harsh landscape of expectation and whispered doubts.
Her eyes, a twilight sky, reflecting constellations I never knew existed, galaxies of longing and unspoken dreams. We build our world in stolen glances, secret smiles blooming in crowded rooms.
A rebellion in whispered syllables, a sanctuary found in the curve of her smile. We braid our stories, thread by delicate thread, a tapestry woven on the loom of shared breath, ignoring the looming storm, the disapproving glances, the weight of tradition.
We are wildflowers pushing through concrete, a love song humming beneath the surface, a defiant bloom in a monochrome world. We are brave, we are terrified, we are everything they told us we couldn't be.
But the air grows thick with unspoken fears, the shadows lengthen, and the whispers turn to shouts. The world outside clamors for conformity, demands we dismantle the haven we've built.
We carry their whispers, the ghost of the past, the girls who dared to love when it meant everything, and lost too much. We are their hope, their lament, their quiet victory,
but history hates lovers, doesn't it?
bleedingink Jul 1
life is like the tide,
lapping softly on the shore.
it pulls and pushes,
dances and dips,
tugs and turns.
it is beautiful like the tide,
soft and gentle
foaming crescents,
letting the heart play.
it is also dangerous like the tide,
dark and frothing,
sharp and yanking,
pulling you under,
to a place you might never break free of.
but that is just it,
life plays like a child,
but screams like demon,
it is light and dark,
sun and moon,
but like the tide,
it will change.
challenges will come and go,
struggle will arrive and leave,
joy will vanish only to come back on the other side.
for life is like the tide,
free, unexpected, and glorious.
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