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At least tell me you love me,
While you tighten my noose.

******* a kiss,
As my body jerks.

Show me your tears,
While I fight for oxygen.

Let me feel your warmth,
Hold my hand as mine fades.

Now watch me swing,
My body dancing in the wind.

Hang my picture.

Please hang it crooked.

A reminder,
That there was nothing perfect about me.

Nothing at all.
These are the poems of my fractured mind.
A simple transaction,
Let's do business.

A heart,
For a heart.
Fragments of souls,
Let's trade shards.

My old memories,
Burn them like polaroids.
Replace them with digitalised images of you.

Take my watch,
All of my time is yours.
Look at me,
Exchange our glances.

What of those three words?
Are they too expensive to be said?

An armoury,
A bank.
Even an old homestead.

I'd rob any,
To afford saying them to you.
A poem from a fractured mind.
Kalliope 12h
I am so patient and funny and kind
And that's what you like,
A pretty girl with silly rhymes.
I can be funny and laid-back and free-
You love it so much,
Because that's all you can see.

The moment I know your feelings are more,
I start closing up, exposed on the floor.
Really it's backwards, the way my mind acts-
The less that you know, the more we interact.

When you learn secrets and more of my lore,
I start getting nervous, I start locking doors.
What if you find something you’ll never like?
My heart starts racing, I’m braced for a fight.

I almost can't breathe at the thought of you leaving,
I did it again- and now I’m pre-grieving.
It seems fun to fall when I'm up at the peak,
But I’m close to the ground now,
With a crash on repeat.

I pull back the moment it starts feeling good,
Sabotage sweetness- now misunderstood.
I look for red flags in a forest with no debris,
Inventing ghosts no one’s ever even seen.

I scan for signs you’re starting to sway,
Even when your actions beg me to stay.
Afraid of love that might go right,
So I dim all sparks before they light.

But it's all my mind-
It's not even real.
I have to leave the thoughts behind,
Break the hypnotic seal.

You aren't my past-
We haven't even yet said hello.
You look at me with interest,
But you remind me of letting go.
Realizing it's silly to mourn a love not yet savored, I'll step out of my head a bit and do us both a favor.
Kalliope 12h
No matter my crisis,
There’s one thing I know-
Even when I’m at my lowest,
I still make the ******* joke.

The room goes quiet,
So I start to smile.
Deflecting pain like an actress,
It never goes out of style.

Tears sting behind my eyes,
But I deliver the line clean.
And everyone laughs,
Because no one knows what the **** it means.

My hurt has a laugh track-
Invisible, robotic, rehearsed.
And if I keep it playing loud enough,
Maybe I won’t feel the worst.

Because silence feels like sinking,
And truth feels like a loss.
But a joke? That’s a win.
Misery is humor’s final boss.
And though I’ve got some hecklers,
Right at center stage,
I just keep the jokes coming,
Better to stay funny than be enraged.
You never had to make an excuse

I already made them for you

Justifying your careless behavior

When you didn't even care enough

To have an explanation ready
And why would you?
I already wrote it.
  2d Kalliope
RJ
My dreams are not soft things
They do not whisper or drift
They crash into me
Like memory
Like loss I never earned but still carry

I see faces I’ve never touched
Eyes that look through me like they’ve known me for lifetimes
Hands that reach
Just as I begin to fall

I wake with stories still unfolding
Mouth half-formed around names that vanish
Chest aching with love
for people I’ve never met outside my sleep

Sometimes I lie still
Eyes open
But not here
Not ready to belong to this body
this room
this gravity

Reality waits
with its empty inboxes and worn-out clocks
It doesn’t ask if I’m okay
It just goes on
as if I didn’t just leave a world that almost felt like home

But I keep waking
Even when it hurts
Even when the dream begs me to stay
Because somewhere in the quiet ache of morning
There’s a sliver of light
A whisper that maybe
what I dream
is a map
not a mistake

And maybe one day
I’ll follow it back
not to sleep
but to something real
that finally feels
like dreaming with my eyes open
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