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 1d Selena
Awnaeji
I look, you pass
a breath, a spark.
Desire hides
where words go dark.

No touch, no claim,
just quiet ache
a dream I burn
but never wake.
A desire that simmers in silence, like fire wrapped in silk, never spoken, yet always felt.
 1d Selena
Awnaeji
Someone I loved once gave to me
A box of night, no lock, no key.
I held it close with trembling hands
Not knowing then its strange demands.

It whispered cold, it swallowed light
It taught me silence, sleepless nights.
I cursed its weight, I grieved its cost
A symbol of the love I’d lost.

But seasons turned, as seasons do
And cracks let in a deeper truth.
Within that dark, a seed was sown
A strength I never would have known.

Now looking back, I see it clear
The gift was pain, the gift was fear.
But in its heart, a truth would lift
That even sorrow hides a gift.
A gift wrapped in sorrow, this poem reflects how pain can quietly grow into strength. What begins as heartbreak slowly reveals itself as an unexpected blessing in disguise.
I still whisper
"Goodnight"
I still whisper
"Happy Birthday"
I still whisper
"I love you"
I still whisper
"I miss you"
Because a whisper
Is all I have left of us
 Apr 2 Selena
Awnaeji
Love unspoken is a whispered lie
A truth restrained left high and dry
For anything less than ' I love you'
Is a heart denying what it already knew.
 Apr 2 Selena
rhenee rose
Am I suffering beautifully?
Do I wear my agony like a crown?
Adorn it with pearls and jewels,
And parade it into town?

Is my pain reasonable enough?
Do I raise it up or tone it down?
I’ll try to cry pretty, tiny tears,
In fact, I'd do it in my gown!

For even in despair, I should be desirable,
Dare not to be emotional, dare not to make a sound.
To be a woman is to bleed, but glamorously.
There shall be glitters in the meltdown.
A poem about how society expects women’s pain to be palatable.

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