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daphne Sep 10
i need to stop attaching
your face to love songs
and romanticizing a love
that was never real
daphne Jul 16
i wish that would be
my final words to you
but i don't want
my last breath
to be a lie
  Jun 14 daphne
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
  May 2 daphne
I can see you
inside the closet
as I watch you from
under the covers
your eyes peak out
through the darkness
and I can tell you know I'm
I know you're
I can see you

(now read up)
i'm watching you
  May 2 daphne
yama verita
as a child
i never knew
the real world
all i know is
just barbie and fun
that it wasn't
all cruel and stoic
wherever i look it's
love in the air
and the illusion of
a fake family
was far-fetched
the perfect life
that i'm living happily
i took for granted
my poor first attempt of reverse poem
daphne Mar 26
why does nobody talk about the side of loneliness that highlights your every insecurities?

you spend so much time with that voice inside your head, reminding you constantly that all your flaws and imperfections define you as a person, define your whole worth as a human being until you're repulsed.

you're disgusted of yourself. the more you try to escape it, the more the voice consumes you completely. slowly, the line between solitude and loneliness blurs. you start to distance yourself from any person who gets close enough to hear that tiny voice that gets louder and louder the more you try to shut it out.

you're not enjoying the comfort of being alone anymore.

your only company left is depression.
daphne Feb 26
i can hear the seconds tick by
it echoes around my empty apartment
the silence is deafening but
the only thing i have left is time
which is why it makes me sad
to think that the time after my death
will no longer be mine
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