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In distant silence, an ache lingers like a forgotten song,
a haunting melody that echoes through
the hollows of an empty home.

Each separation,
a poignant note in the music of longing.
The desire to convey the depth of absence becomes restrained vulnerability where a heart yearns for more than routine inquiries—
a connection that transcends the ordinary.

Yet, in the vast expanse,
the unspoken lingers as a melancholic language,
a narrative of desire and restraint.

Frustration emerges from unmet desires,
a delicate dance where the fear of vulnerability clashes
with the yearning for profound connection.

Silently, the heart navigates the surface,
resisting the urge to delve into the intricacies of emotions.

Now, a choice is made to reveal little,
to traverse the silence with a delicate grace,
as the unexpressed yearns to be heard in the still expanse.
Aching in the silence of unspoken words, I found myself longing for something deeper—something more than surface conversations. The weight of what wasn’t said pressed heavy, leaving me wondering if I was the only one who felt it. In the quiet space between us, I yearned for a connection that never came. Feeling distant while wanting to be seen.
Annabel Rose Jul 2023
When I look at myself
I see someone I’m ashamed to be
I see someone who is not who they wanna be
I see me
cfw Jul 2019
I'M BEGGING, my head can only take so much.
         Nothing helps me. Except, maybe your touch?
         All alone and completely powerless.
         Why? When you've helped me overcome this.
I'M CRYING till the ringing, in my head, stops.
         What are they? They're bad thoughts causing teardrops.
         Eyes overflowing with tears of defeat,
         thinking to myself, "why must this repeat"?
I'M TRYING to fight but I just can't win.
         Is this what I deserve? Am I a sin?
         Must the battle go on, when you have won?
        My spirit, broken. Mind and body? Done.


               Please, what more can I say? I'm begging.
                        Please, before death is my only ending.
cfw Jul 2019
I do wonder why you chose me,
     Could it be my foreign looks,
     Or perhaps you wanted to add an Asian to your books
Why on earth indeed, especially when you're free?
I hope it's because we're destined to be,
     But I feel as if I'm on a hook.
     This feels surreal just like out of a book;
I do wonder how you love me.
  I have a volatile mind,
       That will not cease doubts
  From overflowing until I'm out-shined.
  I feel drained from being entwined
        With my thoughts, hoping for that final knockout.
        Hoping for all this to end - yes, I know I'm a sellout.
  But this is my life; I will not be out-shined.
Michelle Romero Apr 2015
These monsters that live in my brain,
Are constantly circulating,
screaming,
Dying of pain.
My soul struggles,
reaching for an escape,
Before this snake,
Induces a forced ****.
My heart feels nothing but anger,
And it's weighted down,
by a heavy steel anchor.
An anchor so muscular,
It's dragged me down to my grave,
So here I am.

— The End —