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iamgone Oct 2020
I studied your face
from below
as your tears
fell through me
and onto the floor
I wanted to comfort you
but I knew
I would only leave you
trembling
and scared of the dark
ghosts watch you cry
aspen wilde Oct 2020
like a hot air balloon, powered by fire
my life, is powered by my wire
it gets too short and i go pop
it gets too long and i just stop

you wanna know about the scars on my shoulder
they were caused by a compass
yeah, the one you draw maths with
i couldn't help it - i was crying too much
it was the only way the pain would stop
i can imagine a life without all the people
without all the egos
i think its somewhere i should live
but where would we go
where would we go

*also started off as a song*
Kristina Oct 2020
It isn't just good music, long baths and good food.

Salf Care is

bearing yourself crying for several hours,
saving yourself from hyperventilating,
drying your tears
and watch them flow again a few minutes later;

taking a shower,
eating healthy and enough food,
not fighting your feelings just to function again
but let them be and deal with them;

talking to a friend,
hearing somebody's voice,
making that call you should have made days ago
but were too afraid of;

going to bed early,
getting up the next morning,
searching for the beauty in your daily life
although it's horribly hard to find something right now.

Self Care ist like giving yourself a long hug,
pulling yourself up,
and telling yourself it's not to late to fight and fix it.
I sit in contemplation
trying to close my eyes
so I turn off the playstation
and drop my phone with a sigh.

Earlier, I tried to eat a pear
'cause fruit is healthy and stuff
but it was too hard for me not to care
it just wasn't ripe enough.

This show I've been obsessed with
and the manga after that
have busted that subconscious myth
that fiction has a lesser impact.

How long will I spend in the depths
of the fandom and content I find
accessible at my fingertips
and flooding through my mind?

When will I sense the ending
of this era of nights spent reading
headcanons, and content expanding
on the world on which I'm feeding?

Last night the latest chapter
was out on my mobile app
and I stumbled across it after
going to reread whatever was last.

It hit me like a ton of bricks
like the weight of hardback copies
of every scene the author depicts—
sent shock throughout my body.

A character who, before this day,
was invincible and proud
not unrivaled in his sway
but always drawing a crowd.

And then the last page caught me
and I could not look away
as tendrils from the enemy
cut through its raging prey

Too quick to be avoided
the hit was meant for another
but he knew he'd been appointed
as savior to his brother.

Taking a bullet for the one he abused
the one he had hated and cursed
before their fates were irrevocably fused
without either harsh role reversed—

All perceived slights against him
any contempt he thought he had shown
was forgotten as he jumped out to save him
His body just moved on its own.
I just can't get that image out of my head...
I refuse to believe Bakugo could be dead.
Savio Fonseca Sep 2020
I wish I could Spell,
the Tears that are Falling.
Whipped by a Storm.
Your name, I keep Calling.
Darling...........U left Me,
with a Broken Heart.
After crying each Tear,
My Life has fallen Apart.
My Broken Heart lies,
shattered on the Floor.
Each piece is waiting,
for your knock on My Door.
A Broken Smile,
shows up on My Face
and Tears of rejection,
is written all over My Place.
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