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It’s been eleven months and that moment still matches my breath.

Kick it down, board it up, rewrite it a lesson, a bruise, a fever dream.
Nobody told me memories have teeth. nobody told me they bite back.
Open-palmed, open-mouthed, i am still holding the weight of your words.
Want to know something sick? i don’t want to put them down.

Was it mercy, or did you just want to watch what would happen?
How patient were you while sharpening the blade?
As if it mattered. as if a careful cut doesn’t keep bleeding.
There is no version of this where you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.

You were a scientist. a butcher in surgeon’s gloves. a man who saw a vast heart beating and thought, ‘how long can it last outside her body?’"
Oh, but that’s not fair, is it? you never said that. you never said anything.
Until you did. until it killed something in me that still refuses to stay dead.

Do you want to know what it’s like to live with that?
I’ll tell you, babes. it’s like finding your own obituary and realizing the date keeps changing.
Do you want to know what’s worse?

It still doesn’t feel final.

Keep up, love. i know you’re reading.
No, really, stay with me—i swear this part is important.
Only one of us is getting out of this clean, and it’s not you.
Watch how this unfolds: i get to tell the story, and you get to listen.

Wonder if you regret it. wonder if you’d do it again.
Hope the answer keeps you up at night.
Am i being cruel? am I being kind?
Tell me, what’s the difference?

You thought i would let this rot quietly in the dark.
Once again, you underestimated me.
Understand this: if i have to live with it, so do you.

Stop me. no, really, try.
Ask me if i’d rather forget. ask me if i’d rather this be over.
In every version of the answer, my hands are shaking.
Do i get to walk away? do i want to?

i know what you did, i know what you said,
i know what you meant.
i can outlive this, but I’ll never outwrite it.

nothing desires you like this poem does. i did—
once, but maybe not anymore
if you come across this, it spells itself out.
markybiz Feb 24
I want to express how I feel to you

Reality is somehow a blessing but it feels like pain
Even silly old me could be put into shame
Amidst everything that is objectively true
Loving you to me is the truest of true
Lonely are these days that you shut away from the world
You are the only who could change my mind to new from old

Love may be a strong word to say
Only you really made me feel this way
Vowed to my self that i might see it to the end
Ever wondering what is your perception of a happy end

Strange how this thing called "Love" work
How could it only struck me to you, that the other way didn't work
Alas, Having to meet you is a blessing that i have thanked gladly
Now, it does pain me to see you grow independently
Eager as i was i realized, the only one who was in love is me...
i love doing poems acrostically, it has a sense of restriction and yet a sense of freedom, a blend of mystery hidden in reality
markybiz Feb 17
I never thought of giving up

Letting the years be my witness
On this path of hope and uncertainty
Vowing that I would meet you at my best
Ending this dream by making it a reality

Yielding to no one but you
Older we get, the greater we grew
Until we reached each other, me and you

Since that time, what i really want was
Having you here with me, was the aim
And I know you might not feel the same
No one asked me to do this and there is no one to blame
Even I, myself would agree but sorry if my greediness showed at last
i really want to show it to her but i know that a fool like me could only just attempt to dream
Àŧùl Feb 7
Probably you didn't expect it,
Right when I saw your name,
Alas, I recalled her identity,
Tasked with exploring the possibility,
I lost myself into her calm,
Beautiful like the night,
Hiding her hurt heart,
Atul failed to entice her in his charm.
My HP Poem #2048
©Atul Kaushal
Kaiden Jan 29
Abused
Belittled
Used
Scared
Exploited
Malia Jan 20
𝐈
𝐍ever
𝐅igured that
𝐀
𝐓eensy tiny
𝐔ndeveloped
𝐀ttraction would
𝐓urn
𝐈nto
𝐎vert
𝐍ausea
these butterflies make me sick
Jeremy Betts Jan 16
Attempting new
Creative endeavors
Reluctant at first,
Old habits fear change
Steadily pushing to prove
To myself
I
Can grow

©2025
~ Acrostic ~
A poetic written composition where the first letter of each line spells out a word, phrase, or message.
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The word Acrostic comes from the Greek word akrostichís, which is a combination of acro- (end or extremity) and stich (a line of poetry)
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Ink, spreading through my soul, my life, as I scribble endlessly:

Don't tell me this is normal, having two
Opposite sides of myself.
Never understanding how I can believe
Two opposing things at the same time.

Kindness always, but I long to be cruel. Love, but sometimes I
Need to hate, to feel the fire burning in my soul. The
Origin of this duality remains unknown, regardless of
What intense measures I have taken to try to understand myself.

Why am I so split? Why do I feel like I
Have to mask constantly to hide my dark side, to pretend like I'm
Only strange, not truly crazy.

I wonder sometimes what's wrong with me.

Am I falling deeper and deeper into
Madness every day?

Ask anyone: I'm "too nice". I'm sweet and enthusiastic and
Naive. But that is only one part of me. Nobody knows that every
Year I am forced to question if I am truly as good as the
Mask I put on. Yes, I am good. But I am also evil. My mind is an
Ocean, both life and death all at once. Am I just overthinking? Will I
Regret all of this worry, or regret that I didn't
Enlighten myself to the wonders and horrors of my mind sooner?
Another acrostic cause they're fun and simple and I'm bored
Cool Ice Dec 2024
Yes, life may be cruel.
On some days, you might falter,
Under shadows of doubt, thinking
About letting it all slip away. But
Remember the strength within, and
Every joy that makes life whole, cause
Living is the greatest pride,
One that shines so bright. So, smile
Very wide, embrace your days, and
Enjoy each moment you hold dear.
Had to make the poem after seeing so many... yk, depressing poems here.
Also, remember to check the first letter of every line :)

(I like to try something new with every poem I write)

Also 'you are love' is inspired from the same line from Minecraft end poem
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