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Dear Amelia,
How have you been? I know it’s out of the blue and even more likely you won’t read this letter. But I must get some things off my chest. I have tried so many things to alleviate the pain reigning over me but all to no avail. It’s okay, I’m just trying to let you know I miss you. I have no expectations of you coming back to me, but I’d just like to say that you’re still the one consuming my days and nights and every drink I pour has been in an attempt to not think of you, if only for a minute. Maybe someday I will stop thinking of you.

Perhaps someday we’ll learn how to live our lives without fear of falling apart the mere touch of another human being. Maybe someday we’ll let someone special into our hearts, see the ugly parts we hide from everyone else. Until then, I’ll keep you deep within my heart. The boldest I’d ever been in my life was when I tore myself open right in front of you. Magically, you didn’t run away. You took good care of me and years later, when you finally revealed the broken pieces lodged deep within your barren soul, I did my best to pull them out and sew the open wounds. My God, we did so well for each other.

I often wonder when things began to fall apart. Was it when our wounds were healed and our souls began seeking something else in this ****** up world? Even now I grieve for the things we achieved together and the things we’ll never experience together. The thought of never picking a wedding dress with you kills me every time. I’ll never get to put a ring on your finger. I’ll never watch you walk down the aisle, glowing under the May sun (because you always said you wanted to get married on May 15th). I’ll never get to spend the first night in our hard-earned home somewhere in the suburb or a new apartment in the city. I wonder sometimes if you remember me fondly… or if you even think about me from time to time. Men have always been the weaker ***, far more prone to sentimentality and regret. And, well. I am regretting hard right now. We did so much good for each other but, God, I wish I did so much more. Anyways, I hope you are doing well. I pray that God is kind to you night before bed.

Maybe one day we’ll be able to talk to each other again. As old friends.
Until then…
just my wildest and saddest imagination taking over me for a quick second.
Liz 7d
The melody of your heart, my laughters
Source,

But now, I see through your ruse.

You exploit my joy, you have no care,
Only self serving games, I swear.

Foolish me, to believe in your tune,
Naive a puppet, hanging on your cue.

You'd exploit laughter, leave me with none,
My heart you've used, but now I'm done.

Careless and cold- love fairness missed,
I've longed for you,
Felt deeply,
In my chest.

No requited affection in sight,
Just your acts, your games,
Your plays and spite.

Used as a toy, just a game you play,
Never the object of your tenderness-
Or sway.

You've hidden behind scorn,
Fearing vulnerabilities touch,
An addiction grows, belittling,
Demeaning you, so so much.

Is your heart torn by the truth of your own feelings,
Or is it that anger masks the only shield you're wielding?

Have you forgotten what it's like to feel any other way,
Lost in the shadows your anger casts-
Each day?


You've played your part, just as i've played mine,
Caught in this dance, again-
And again, I find.
I question truth, I settle for the lies,
I tell myself I’m stronger, but still, I disguise.

Your melody lures me, a song I once knew,
A tune that onced soothed, now made untrue.
I’ve begged for silence, a break from the noise,
But I'm lost in a world where you're always the voice.

I’m stuck in webs, to tangled to see,
The chains you've woven-
they still cling to me.

Your laughter and lies, they still pull me near,
A puppet, a fool, caught in the fear,

And so it continues, the endless refrain,
I’ll scream, I’ll cry, yet still I remain-
Waiting for you, waiting for change.
Jayn 6d
In my solitude, I glimpsed a light I could not escape,  
Your laughter danced softly over my shoulder,  
Like the time I said I could never paint—  
And you, with a tender touch,
Held my hand and said,  
"I am the greatest masterpiece you'll ever create."  

I lost my way in your gaze;  
You told me it was I who brought you to life.  

White paint was out of reach, so my canvas stayed untamed.  
Red ran dry, so I bled deep to paint you unstained.  
Your hair brushed in black, a portrait unchained.  
I shaped your hands to mirror mine,  
So when I sought comfort,  
Yours would be the warmth I craved.

But now I search in desperate despair,  
To find the sketch of you in the back of my head.
It was all in my mind—engraved.  
So when I rot and fade away,  
You will remain beyond decay.
Nigdaw Dec 15
Gods will come and go
but the angels will always
walk among us
dazzled by the glow
of a finite life
lived with such
desperation
not wanting to miss a thing
Malia Dec 12
I’m a tornado in a bottle but you
Grasp my glass cage and you
𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘌
You take me by the (bottle) neck and you
Toss me flying in the air and catch
Me again, flirting with death like life
Is a game, and I’m telling you—
I’m telling you—
𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘐𝘛, 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘐𝘛, 𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘕—

shattered glass bloodstains
no tears but shock freezing the lines
on your face pick up the pieces
no don’t let it cut your fingers.
sorry. sorry.
sorry. sorry. sorry.
Edited from a 2019 poem. Wow, middle school was crazy
Raven Dec 5
I scream into the empty space beyond
"I'M HERE"
But all I hear is my own scream echoed back

I scream out loud
But there is no sound
Except for my own echoes
In my head

Its dark
Empty
Cold
Crushing
And you're the darkness

You're the darkness and he let you back in
With his harsh words
And zero remorse or genuine conviction of care

You're all around me
You completely surrounded me
I can't run
I can't hide
For its endless
And I'm tired

You completely surrounded me
As I drown myself red
To add any colour to this dreadful dark
But it's so dark that nothing could hope to ever see
So the red flows black
Nothing but a feeling
Fleeting
Eating me alive

I scream
"PLEASE HELP I DON'T WANNA DROWN"
But all I hear is a soft voiceless echo
As my cries leave my mouth wordless
So all that can be heard
Is the silent echoes
As I'm swallowed
Now gone
lilli Nov 24
every night
i dream of love
of the hazy warmth
of another soul

yearning flows,
through my very blood
and i can feel my heartbeat
spilling onto my bedsheets

i bleed melancholy
i am morose, moronic
and forever mindless
waiting, weeping, wanting

I CANNOT CONTINUE
TO STARE AT MY CEILING
AND WAIT TO BE DESTROYED
BY THE MONSTER
THAT IS LOVE, TRUE LOVE

LOVE WILL DEVOUR ME
FERVENTLY AND WITHOUT MERCY
IT IS A FERAL, HAUNTING THING
YET I STILL WANT
OH, I WANT I WANT I WANT

i’ve never wanted anything more
i have craved love my entire life with my entire soul, yet it has not come. i will rot before im fulfilled.
Stupid foolish girl
Your begging and your pleas
Will not set you free

You texted him again
No respect for your dignity
Your breaking inside
Can you not see?

Stupid, foolish girl
Can’t take abandonment well
Will you ever change
Only time will tell

You’re only hurting yourself
Hang up your hat
Take a rest
He chose to leave himself

Stupid, foolish girl,
but still, you fight to be free.
Perhaps not today, but someday you'll see—
you are stronger than your grief.
I did not cry today, and I fear

For I could not find one thing

to bring my heart to tears.

Have I grown callus,

Have I grown cold,

Has anger replaced empathy,

or am I just growing old.

Does age exempt my tears,

or have I just run dry.

It saddens me Deeply,

but not enough to cry.
I miss the fervor with which I used to write
I miss the way words would dance in my mind until the perfect combination fell at my feet
I miss knowing more than a few good cliches and metaphors
I miss the desperation I had to explain every feeling, to describe every moment, to relish in something for longer than I experienced it because memory fades and I need the possibly exaggerated details to grasp onto
I miss not feeling brain fatigue after writing two lines or reading a single chapter
I miss the overwhelming desire to see my ideas come to life and become something other than a vision that will haunt me before I go to sleep and become lost in nightmares and lost hopes and reminders before I jump off the cliff jolting me awake just to be surrounded by complete darkness when I open my eyes just like the true ending to the fall I was just shy of landing
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