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wren Jan 13
can i return
that hug to you now?

i see your face, see you’re struggling
can you tell me how?

to give back your smile and let you feel free
be released from the burden of our lengthy vow?

so can i return
that hug to you now?

then pull back and surrender, erase my grief somehow
wren Jan 8
someone tell me

what the f!ck is bravery?
is it something you can see?
or something you have to be?

how are you brave?
in situations where you’re afraid?
when you have been betrayed?

how do you pretend to be happy?
when you want to give up so badly?
is that what you call bravery?

is bravery a name?
how is it something you obtain?
or is it something you claim?

what the f!ck is bravery?
is it something you can see?
or something you have to be?

someone tell me
wren Dec 2024
each story is different
each eye perceives the painting differently

my eyes see ugly
but hers see beautiful
my eyes see beautiful
but hers see ugly

there is a difference
of how we take in
the vast world around us
the way you see me
the way i see you
are on opposite ends of the spectrum
wren Dec 2024
his spiteful talons push against my throat
the suffocating headlock makes my vision dance
a soothing, soft melody erupts behind my eardrums
i am not to speak the words climbing my esophagus
contain it, lock it deep down
air, the sweet relief of air
now a mystery
i collapse to the floor
blood spitting
down my face
who am i if i can be silenced this easily?
wren Dec 2024
the effortless, careless whisper of death mumbles in my ear
“the clock is ticking”
it rings and rattles through my bones
tick, tock, tick, tock
wren Dec 2024
p l e a s e . s T o p . t e a s i n g . m e
n o . n o t . y o u . t H o u g h
i m . b E g g i n g . t h e . w o r l d . t o . g i v e . m e . m e r c y

b e i n g . a . b i r d . s t o W e d . i n . a . c a g e
i t s . g e t t i n g . r e A l l y . ******* i n g . t i r i n g
a l l . t o . d o . d u r i n g . t h i s . h a r s h . t Y r a n n y
i s . w a i l . u n t i l . s o m e o n e . f e e d S . m e
  
w h y . w o n t . y o u . i m I t a t e . m y . p l e a d s

d r o w n i n g . i n . t h i s . d r e a M .
t h a t . i . w I s h . w a s . y o u
b e c a u s e . y o u . a r e . s t i l l . h e r e . p h y S i c a l l y
j u S t . n o t . w i t h . m e

i . s e e . y o u . i n . t h e . p e o n Y . f l o w e r s
t h a t . g r O w . i n . m y . y a r d
s u r r o U n d i n g . m e . e n d l e s s l y
this writing style is so fun
wren Dec 2024
my hands are made to build cities
my lips are made to stay shut
my eyes are made to watch carefully
my veins are made to carry others hardships
my legs are made to run from struggle

my soul is made to weep
my mind is made to ache
my heart is made to not stop beating

no matter what
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