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I'll gladly oblige the request you have
As I run my hands through your hair and drive you mad.

Look into my eyes, you see me smile, I'll take my time, we may be here for a while.

Gentle I'll be or as hard as you like
The feel of your skin, it gives me life.

The warmth of your body, my breathe in your ear
Do not fret, you have nothing to fear.
Leaving the mirror feels like walking out of a shadow,
You try to piece together the fragments,
Accepting they will never mirror you again.
Some might say it’s your fault,
But it feels like walking through life
With a quiet strength where there once was emptiness.
Solitude.
Acceptance.
Self-compassion.
Growth.
Patienc­e.
Stillness.
Gratitude.
Understanding.
Trusting your own reflection.
No longer seeking validation,
No longer seeing yourself in others.
The image was false,
But the truth is clearer now,
The quiet voice that was always there,
Unshaken.
The grief fades—
Not gone, but transformed.

Strength.
Awareness.
A new beginning.
~for Ghost

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4968322/trauma-bond/

I wrote this in a style to mirror the framing of the original as closely as possible in solidarity for recounting my own experiences in a similar situation.


Broken Mirror explores the emotional journey of self-realization and healing following a toxic relationship. The poem reflects on the experience of losing a relationship that was built on validation rather than genuine connection, symbolized by the shattered mirror. The narrator, once dependent on external affirmation, finds themselves confronted with the stark emptiness left behind when that mirror is broken. As they struggle with feelings of solitude and grief, a quiet transformation begins, one that shifts from confusion to self-awareness.

Throughout the piece, the poem traces a movement from pain, isolation, and self-doubt toward acceptance, self-compassion, and ultimately empowerment. The narrative journey mirrors the internal process of healing, where the protagonist learns to stand on their own without relying on others for validation, embracing their true self amidst the fragments of the past. By the end of the poem, the narrator no longer seeks validation from external sources but instead discovers strength in their own reflection, marking the beginning of a new, more authentic chapter in their life.

The poet aims to capture the emotional complexity of a relationship defined by narcissistic dynamics, while also offering a hopeful perspective on self-reclamation. The poem invites readers to witness the pain of losing a validating reflection but also celebrates the transformative process of reclaiming one's true identity in the aftermath.
My head is a blur I cannot sleep, I yearn for every part of you from your head to your feet.

The words that you say, your tone, you voice
Drives me crazy, my hearts rejoice.

My hands move slowly all over you
going lower and lower, do you feel me too?

Our lips meet each others, two become one
Tell me now, are you having fun?

Our bodies tremble with sweat, with passion and excitement
What was that dear, did you think I was frightened?

We lay in the dark, our breath all but gone.

These dark temptations, they must be undone.
 Jun 2 Nyssa Jacobsen
Lyle
I can go all day
happy and fake, knowing just what to say
but the second I lay down to sleep
the monster from under the bed
infiltrates my head
what if what if what if
how come how come how come
where are these thoughts coming from
they keep me awake and give me bad dreams
I just want my head to be quiet sometimes
as quiet as the darkness I call mine
 Jun 2 Nyssa Jacobsen
Lyle
when my heart is done aching
the pain moves to my head
the feelings swarm to my mind
because simmering in my heart
does them no good
at least when they make my head ache
they are allowed to boil over
and be released all at once
captured in headache tears
that once were heartache feelings
My heart has learned to cry
While my eyes set like stone
It isn’t seen by passersby for the smile I left alone
It stands there muted on my face
A masquerading scar
Of the last night
before the last night
When the distance didn’t feel far
The quiet has never been louder booming around me in a cacophony of every way the words used to be safe here

Before I shared them
Another scale has fallen from my dragons armour hide
and seek to find the feelings that get more and more out of reach
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