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When she first saw him, he came fearless wearing red
She was uncomfortable, in her usual black
And by that
Anyone could say they didn't match

Although they got along
It was clear that something would go wrong
A mischievous boy
Falling for a broken heart girl
Who would dare to believe that from it
A love could grow?

The girl didn't know how bad this boy could get
And she had confidence to let him in
Like with somebody else she never had

He stabbed a knive at her back
While saying "I love you,"
"I don't know why you always so sad"

One day the girl realized that she didn't deserve to be treated that way
She wasn't able to save him from his demons
'Cause he wanted to be bad anyway

Didn't take long
To the boy realize he was wrong
And so he got hit by the epiphany of all the bad things he had done
All the pain he caused, he felt in his own guts

And with this sad ending
They part from each other
Now the broken hearted,
As so deserved, was him
honey, I'm going to sleep
I hope to see you in my dreams
please find me only
if you plan to kiss me

because honey, the last time,
and the one before the last,
and all the ones before
you didn't
Am I breaking my own heart or foreshadowing?
the monster that people say I am
is nothing but parts of them
they built over me
their gullible blank space
don't blame me, it's not my fault.
you're afraid of the decisions you have to make.
you're obsessed with what isn't yours to take.
you're tired of the confidence you have to fake.
you're ashamed of the way that you break.
stand in your place, and don't blame.
and the coward points their rot finger at someone else, hoping that this will make them braver. but blaming doesn't purify, it keeps rotting them from inside
toda noite deito minha cabeça no travesseiro
viajo em minha mente como um passageiro
sonho com o inalcançável e me perco por inteiro

se não me identifico com a vida real
se meu eu só é contemplado no surreal
há algo em mim que é verdadeiro?
there it goes, some words in my mother language idk it feels uncomfortable
When I die
Tell my dog that it will be okay, and give it a warm spot next you in bed to keep it warm

When I die
Tell to people that hated me, those who maybe got sad or felt some sort of guilt for not talking to me while I was alive, that there's no use on feeling that you owe something to a dead person

When I die
Tell my friends that even though some felt distant from me, like they didn't know much about who I was, that it was enough that they trusted me, so much so that I always held them close to my heart and our friendship was everything to me when I needed the most to be strong and carry on

When I die
Tell my family that I've never let them know me well on purpose, it's a pity, I wish I could share more with you than blood

When I die
Tell my therapist that I've finally stopped fighting against time, now that I'm dead I became eternal
it's not a suicide note but more like my anxiety making me think that I could die at any moment
give my dreams for somebody else
to make them come true
I'm too paralyzed by my fears
they'll just rot with me
till my death and doom
I wish I was braver

anyways this is my 30th published poem :)
I can wait
what it is to come
I don't know
but I will stay

all this pain
one day will go away
it's ok to cry today
tommorrow it's a new chance

in tears I stand
even if my bones break
they may take me for weak
but this is the bravest I've been
I'm uncertain if
writing poetry
heals me or
dilacerate my wounds
if you open up you become vulnerable, but if you keep all to yourself it hurts even more
you hurted me
but then I lay in bed
thinking about your kiss
to help me fall asleep

it doesn’t feel fair
that the chaos of loving you
breaks my heart
but mends all the pieces right back
way too heartbroken to fall asleep
if you cut me first
I surely will cut you back

for life on earth is ruled by
the law of action and reaction
you get what you give
I have a garden
on a windy city

it has sunny days for weeks
and stormy nights for months

my plants overheat under the sunlight
and drown everytime the clouds cry

the flowers have scorched petals
and the weeds grows and settle

of some flowers I still take care
but there's dead plants that I could never have back
i want to tape my mouth
'cause sometimes i can't control what comes out
it's like someone else is in control
and after what has been said make damage
it leaves and i'm the one responsible for

i want to close my eyes
'cause whatever disappoints me makes me wanna cry
and if i don't contain my tears and keep it down
i might drown

i want to cover my ears
'cause i'm too low to control my fears
and every little change on the tone of your voice
can make me wanna quit

i want to repress my nose
to not looking for more sorrow
i have to stop mind other people business
even if it has to do with me
very random poem
I love you but,
I will make you jealous and cry
I will make you feel weak,
Crazy,
Insecure,
Unbareable but,
I love you
see my dear,
i wasn't made to be loved
i was made to,
from very
very
afar,
love all alone
I see myself everywhere
and the world I perceive revolves around me
not because I'm narcissist
but because my existence is my entire world
I'm everything I have
I'm back at writing, a little rusty tho :(
no, I haven’t been writing poetry
I’m busy living

out there
walking down the streets
partying through the nights
working to make the earnings

I don’t have the time to sit down
and write

to think about life
to just exist in this world
contemplate the nothing and everything
but now that I’m writing I feel…

I feel something
I had forgotten
like I lit a spark
in the darkness
like something died
and I brought it back
I’ve been dead

idk I think this piece has a lot of grammar errors but I’m just too tired to care I just wanted to write :’)
I went back and forth
up and down

suddenly I was nowhere to be seen
not even for myself
I held tight my belongings
afraid of everything and everyone
I had this sense of not knowing
where I'm from and where I should go

everything passed by so quickly
people running and screaming
I just sat quietly staring
at the tiffany blue coloured floor

I smelled the pollution
my nose hurting while breathing
this must be what they mean when they say
"it's hard living in the big city”
i wrote it in like… less than 10 minutes? but it's based on a poem from 2021 left on my drafts that was so poorly written
i talk about the first time i went to a big city all by myself and i was so so scared but everything went fine and i really enjoyed the subway rides
everything is the same
staying inside, nothing is changed

not a world crisis matter
I've been in quarantine since forever

that's how it's always been
I'm closed for as long as I can
I always isolate myself anyways

the song "modern loneliness" by lauv really inspired me for this one
i gave love
and i received
but i never overflowed
that's not how love's supposed to be
and now i just don't know
why i feel nothing inside me
it's pretty good considering i haven't write in years
my first kiss felt like
the urge to find shelter under a shadow
while walking barefoot on hot sand during a sunny day

but also my first kiss felt like
hurrying to go back to bed under my warm blankets
cause it's freezing anywhere else at the peak of the winter

my first kiss felt like
I was thirsty as if dehydrated
and my hands where searching desperately for a cup of water

and my first kiss felt like
extreme hunger craving to eat
something sugary, something sweet

at last my first kiss felt like
longing for someone when they promised to come
but that never happened
and for that reason
my kiss wasn't with the one I loved
but I pretended it was all along
my first kiss felt uncanny and childish for sure
these words are meant to hurt
they are like knives leaving deep cuts

these words are meant to change
what once was untouched
they will never be the same
I still remember
the night of the living dead
a tempestuous night
when we should’ve stayed inside
the weight of “beloved” stones up on our heads

I heard stories about
vengeful deceased
coming back to life
but if we’re full of hatred
why are we laying side by side?

I buried you
you buried me
but now we are just deteriorating
rotting flesh wandering around
when we should’ve rested in peace
hmmmm I was supposed to post this on halloween, sorry
everytime I hate myself and
desire to be other people,
I lose myself
little by
little
when a God complex doesn't kick in (most of the time) I just can't see value in myself
I'm not straight out of a magazine
nor worth a different gaze

men don't faze
women neither want to taste

I'm somewhere in between
nowhere to be seen
this one was sitting in my drafts since last year
from the day I was born
I wasn't meant to belong to myself
a cursed being without any power of control

my fate was written
in a lazy handwriting
on a wrinkled piece of paper

very early in life I learned so
that I had strings tied to my limbs
and I'd never be able to walk alone

any glance of freedom
where I dared to dream
was followed by a unwanted label

I've always been
someone's sister
someone's youngest child
someone's crush
someone's heartbreak
but never
in the purest
the freest
form
me
I often lose myself because of other's expectations and labels
you touch her

undress her

you see through her

what frightens her

you take what you need

then

you leave
there's a lot for me to write
but not much for me to say
because I can never voice out loud
how much you've caused me pain
i don't want you to listen to what you've done to me, i want you to see it
the anguish
that never leaves my heart

bites my nails
and pulls my hair out

this anguish
one day might **** me

but maybe
just maybe

it already did it
I'm truly anguished, I have so many feelings, so many thoughts in my head rn but I can't barely write about it :(
once, on my birthday,
my lover gave me a flower
that looked just like me
besides having the same name
our moods were the same

whenever I was happy
she showed different colors
and countless flowers
grew between its leaves
from the stems

so once, on my unprepared heart, straight and narrow,
my lover gave me sorrow
I was feeling blue
while the flower would just innocently bloom

I sat next to her, weeping away
and between hiccups I said
"if you knew what kind of love you came from
would you bloom that way?"
This was in my drafts since 2017, I felt so emotional reading it now
i kept putting myself in places different than mine
curious, living it inside my mind

i imagined myself getting hit by a car
instantly becoming a shooting star
i imagined myself jumping off a cliff
where no one else could see
i imagined myself bleeding through deep cuts
at last pouring out my guts
i imagined myself getting shot
in peace with no overthoughts
i imagined myself being loved
as my self love evolves

the last one made me cry
'cause it was the farest of what was mine
i'm trying to turn what i'm feeling right now into words, it's hard. this is the closest i got
I started a riot
of abused women

fire in our eyes
bruises left behind

a strenght to be remembered
by a man that no longer scare us
no man that hurts a woman shall prevail
I wish I could write
more than simple words
but deeper than convoluted *******

no matter what language
the words would fall into place
the right position in a sentence

before I realize
all of these perfect words already came out
either in the form of a poem
or in the form of a complaint
I wait for this weird blue box to land on my yard,
piloted by an alien who invites me to travel far

because I feel so lonely and depressed on Earth
that I make dreams out of my scars
doctor who is my favorite tv show and it just gives me so much happiness, oh I really wish I could travel far with the doctor to see beautiful things and live great adventures
if you really loved me
you wouldn't do this to me
you wouldn't throw all this weight
on my shoulders
when you know that
what I already carry
is heavy enough
i have so so so much to post here but i'm gatekeeping a lot of pieces idk i have ideas for them anyways here’s something i wrote back in may

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