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i obsess over you
you are the sun
in my eyes
I go blind
as you rise
what loathed sweetness,
you are fine silver
of the dagger
in my chest
gleaming whilst I stagger
what a joyous agony!
¨I´m not killing people, I´m killing boys¨
I didn´t understand at the time
but after living I know
of their sharp little teeth, and their smiles of knives
They haunt girls like us
for all of our lives
Watching, staring
with hungry little eyes
so why not strike first, do away with the stress
That´s precisely my logic!
May Artemis bless
Bless Kurunai Aug 25
“Hey you! Blame your fate and your past self for making whatever strange and downright absurd decisions that have led you to read this poem. 
If you think it is going to be deep, or profound or interesting or in any way worth your time,
You are unfortunately very mistaken.”

Candlestick, both sides blaze
Still a dark room, still an unsteady gaze
Nothing to write. Pen comatose. 
Melting skin, heart in froze. 

“Honestly I can't take it anymore”

Darkness ahead, and nothing is new
Just move like before, known patterns and cue

“It doesn't even make sense”

Princess sleeps, cold black stone
Don't wake her up to the world unknown

“It's not a cry for help. No one can help me anyways”

You smell the coming rot
Deathly trap, mouse is destined to be caught. 
Don't lament his death. 
Cause it's not a ******
It's an unforeseen tragedy, that's all. 
You'll fall from grace, you know you're soon to die
Why don't you go and run, and do your best to deny. 
Screams of pain, 
Blood and guts have made this very terrain. 
Wherever you go, the world is round my dear. 

“OH * NO OH * NO OH ** NO”

“Scratch that one out”

Myself standing motionless in doorways and parking,
Dead pigeons, carcasses, eyes lifeless, smile snarky,
You say write what you feel yet, 
You claim you can't feel a thing
Drag marks on dry dirt, beast hungry, time to ****, 
Frostbitten, white marks, death count and the phone may ring
Forget what you said, you never said a thing. 

“You know? Maybe it is all my fault”

Beauty, love, pain, dandruff
Regrets creep, phasmophobe, blood altar, lose all hope. 
Cardboard box, old stained floor
You speak to death as you close the door
What he said can you tell? Mitosis? Fallen angel? 
You seek truth, yet you don't know what, 
How truth may it look and will it hurt?
Stare blankly, to the stars, in your may, darkest night
Make your heart raise, fast cortisol trembling knee
The truth happens to be exactly what you see

I look up, with my eyes growing numb
A path shown by a piece of ****
But all I could ever see, was the horizon. 
That claustrophobic horizon
Bri Aug 25
Love me like we’re underwater
Where I’m the only air you breathe
Love me like we’re underwater
Where nothing breaks the world we knew
Love me like we’re underwater
Drown with me
I’ll drown with you

Love me like we’re in the dark
Where silence keeps our secrets safe
Love me like we’re in the dark
Where only you can see me true
Love me like we’re in the dark
Fade with me
I’ll fade with you

Love me like we’re in a storm
Where thunder drowns the world out
Love me like we’re in a storm
Where lightning falls between us two
Love me like we’re in a storm
Break with me
I’ll break with you
took this idea from a prompt on pinterest
Noshin Aug 23
They fed me silence like a feast,
and called it love—
a beast, leashed.
Family by blood, but not by spine—
they left me gasping in decline.

But you—
you bit through the chain,
tasted my rage like vintage pain.
You didn’t flinch when I tore apart,
you held the knife and called it art.

I was rot, wrapped in silk.
You—
the storm that broke the guilt.
You didn’t want my mask, my cage—
you craved the madness, loved the rage.

You screamed my worth into my void,
where even gods felt paranoid.
You built me back from scattered glass,
and dared the world to kiss my wrath.

When I drowned,
you didn’t throw rope.
You dove in.
You became hope.
Not the soft kind—no sugar lies—
but jagged truth with serpent eyes.

You told me,
“Bleed louder. They should hear.
You’re not weak, love—
you’re nuclear.”

I was a temple torn apart.
You stitched your prayers into my heart.
Not a savior. Not a ghost.
You’re the fire I loved the most.

So if I decay—hold my hand.
Let’s haunt this godless, cursed land.
You never ran. You never fled.
You kissed my demons
and made your bed.

You loved the parts they tried to ****.
I worship you.
And always will.
Just an armature
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