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 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
phoebe
i stopped my habit of stealing flowers from graveyards when i found out you were giving them to someone else.
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
phoebe
we loved each other so violently and relentlessly
we danced with each other’s demons
and kissed each other’s scars

we were so utterly consumed by each other
that we both forgot we were in hell.
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
phoebe
we’re fighting again.

and i don’t know if the chill in my bones was from it being cold, or if it was from you screaming you hated me before the line went dead.

i tried telling you something that you wanted to hear, but it seemed as if the words that were coming out of my mouth was gasoline fueling the fire within you

you’re always angry
and i’m always sorry

the silence has never been so loud
and my anxiety has never been this overbearing

and baby, i don’t know where our love is hiding
but i’ll let you know when i find it.
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
SophiaAtlas
This is it world,
Goodbye.
Dont look for me
you wont find me. :(
goodbye
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
Samantha
step by step
by step by step
my arms the rungs
i lift them up
to a better place
than they were before
and never asking for a hand
afraid that they would change their minds
and decide i wouldn't be good enough
for them to step all over me
as if it were a privilege
to be used
by them
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
Kacie B
OCD
 Apr 2020 Fuad Hassan
Kacie B
OCD
It's hard to explain.
The patterns in my brain
are like scratches on a CD
when all you want
is to listen to the music
but the **** thing
keeps on skipping
and repeating
certain parts
while everyone else
is dancing in their cars
and you're just trying
to drive and
breathe.
when a friend asked me what it feels like.
but there's more to it than that.

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