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The balm
to my bruises,
the blade I keep choosing -
my cuts and my cures, soar and fall
with you.


Copyright © 2022 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
When the person who drives you to tears is also the person who dries your eyes. Some pretty toxic ****, eh?
Also my first attempt at writing a cinquain.


(P.S. you can follow me on instagram, if you'd like to @sykmusings ♡)
Nik Bland Oct 2021
You left room to follow
Bitter tears to swallow
All your fear came
Cascading down
And you could not feel the ground

Heartbreak stood to greet you
Came close to defeat you
In a penny
In a pound
Your bruises don’t make a sound

It hurts to continue
Love blurry, out of view
How do you save
What can’t be found?
Wish I knew that right now

I cannot repair you
You’d never ask me to
I see bruises
Eyes tear bound
Yet you press on somehow

Darling, you are a song
Sorrowful, but so strong
I’ll whisper goodnight
Kiss your brow
And love the tearful clown
Alicia Moore Jan 2021
She carries bruises in her grasp,
Like a plague she cannot unclasp.

The bruises hurt as much as heartbreak;
A piercing bite        
from a              
venomously
seductive      
snake.
ju Jan 2021
I’ll walk clifftop.

Watch the sunrise fractured by a hundred different puddles, made whole again by the sea.

I’ll bleed peace and spill calm over ground that should’ve been cared for by now, and I’ll draw maps of the old season in battleship blue and a half-healed ****** crimson.

I’ll love them: Today they are mine.
Tonight I’ll give them away, and I’ll love them more.

I’ll walk clifftop.

I’ll pause. Watch the sunset rain copper-coins into a rolling-smoke sea, and I’ll miss him.
Jeremiah Mhlongo Dec 2020
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗎𝗇,
𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍,
𝖨𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋,
𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌,
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖭𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.
How can one be so inlove with a woman whom belongs to another? Love is strange afterall
Nuala Nov 2020
Can you hear me, can you feel me?
You can feel me
purple spiderwebs mark my *******
proving that you can
so if you can feel me why can't you hear me
i think i said no
i said no
but you're invading me still
unwelcomed visitor.
I closed the door and you don't have a key.
but you don't require one, do you
you have a lockpick. a lockpick on each finger.
the skeleton key on your tongue.
Diksha Prashar Nov 2020
I picked the pieces
Put it back together,
Dragged the burden,
For sake of
What we had together?

Then why? Oh why?
Your love turned selfish,
Leaving me behind,
So you can flourish

Easy to throw away
The memories weaved
Past, present and future seed

Then why? Oh why?
Your love turned selfish,
Leaving this pigeon hole,
For mansion behold

Whispers of sweet nothings
An acidic reminder,
A betrayal painted,
With no remembrance

Bruises I cleared
Promises sweared,
Python to my eternal ores

Then why? Oh why?
Your loved turned selfish
When I’m carrying
A piece of you and me
you can read more of such interesting reads on my blog

www.dikshaprashar.com
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