__Sinking tears –__
feelings don’t fall,
they crash
like glass hearts
meeting pavement.
Your chest?
A sunken place.
No bra strap to hold it up –
just white linen,
innocent for a moment,
until it slips
in front of eyes
like mirrors
reflecting
every scar
painted on your skin.
__Sandcastle kisses,__
built soft –
_fragile_ –
on lips that no longer
believe in forever.
Yet you speak
like royalty,
saying boldly:
__“Love me for what I am –__
not just who you think I’ve been.”
Not a princess.
Not a saviour.
A mess.
A wreck.
_A fallen queen._
Wearing her cracked gold crown
like a forgotten joke –
that still makes your heart ache
when it returns
in the quiet between memories.
__Bones for time__ –
you pick at every hour
like it owes you something.
_Tick.
Tick._
__Snap!__
The clock breaks
where your mind does.
You may live in the day,
but you __breathe__
in the night.
Freer beneath moonlight,
where shadows stop asking questions –
and silence
finally listens.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
__Sinking tears –__
feelings don’t fall,
they crash
like glass hearts
meeting pavement.
Your chest?
A sunken place.
No bra strap to hold it up –
just white linen,
innocent for a moment,
until it slips
in front of eyes
like mirrors
reflecting
every scar
painted on your skin.
__Sandcastle kisses,__
built soft –
_fragile_ –
on lips that no longer
believe in forever.
Yet you speak
like royalty,
saying boldly:
__“Love me for what I am –__
not just who you think I’ve been.”
Not a princess.
Not a saviour.
A mess.
A wreck.
_A fallen queen._
Wearing her cracked gold crown
like a forgotten joke –
that still makes your heart ache
when it returns
in the quiet between memories.
__Bones for time__ –
you pick at every hour
like it owes you something.
_Tick.
Tick._
__Snap!__
The clock breaks
where your mind does.
You may live in the day,
but you __breathe__
in the night.
Freer beneath moonlight,
where shadows stop asking questions –
and silence
finally listens.
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