All shapes are lost within this loop
A scene would flash — with frantic eyes
To play its piece — a soundless troupe
Deceased, the bones — replaced by cries

As newborn forms encased in ash
Their fate entwined in frozen waves
Reflecting on potential truth
Unsure — they seep, in creeks and graves

I am a breathing,living display of irony,
I am the happiest depressed girl you will ever meet,
I am the most confidently insecure girl you will ever know,
I constantly live in a state of calming panic
And most days I feel everything at once yet nothing at all.

you're like the moon,
filled with anxieties
but soon you'll bloom,
forgetting about all your insecurities

In darkness you'll shine,
the exquisite sight
you'll see through the night
tears will go dry

Insecurities:
Talk to me
When I don't
Talk to myself.
Voices:
Scream silence
When I don't Listen to them.
Emptiness:
Fills me
When I don't
Know myself.
Cravings:
Love me
When I don't
Love myself.
Lust:
Clings to me
When I don't
Caress myself.
Tears:
Stick by me
When I don't
Stick by myself.
Goodbye:
Welcomes me
When I don't
Welcome myself.
Does this mean
This won't be
If I do
Talk to myself,
Listen to myself,
Know myself,
Love myself,
Caress myself,
Stick by myself
& finally
Welcome myself
With open arms. - Disha Bhatia

keep me awake
i keep falling asleep

i keep forgetting 
that i have
fearfully crawled
into places filled
to the brim with
heartbeats and
suffocating heat
just to find myself
with dry palms
and a soft jaw
minutes later

i hold my tongue
only to cut it off
when i hate
the feeling of it
inside my mouth
and leave it for
him to hold
all pink and slimy
and frantic and cruel
and wonder
why it’s hard for him
to read my poetry

and every night
i lie my head
against the chest
of indifference
and swear that
i can hear the
lazy thump of
his affection
resting shallowly
below thin ribs

i am kept awake
through the
loneliness hours
considering
my own
self-inflicted
wounds
instead of dressing
the deep cut
we both share

the wet sheets and stale air,
lingering cigarettes, softness of your
rhythmic breath.
your legs in mine, your heels
on my toes, your head nestled in
the contours of my neck.

here is my place of calm:
your body. the clockwork of it,
how, every couple of minutes, you jostle,
and i squeeze you which sends you back still.
how dead the world is
outside of here. the stars are muted next to you.

it’s your unapologetic zealousness,
flaming confidence. you could be naked on a stage
(which you have) and not blink twice.
blatant disregard of opinion,
drop-kicking them away. the world is yours
and you are eating it whole.

you are brighter than this town.
destined for bigger and better things.
flashing your white smile,
you could charm the gods to your will.
i only hope i can keep up, or, rather,
that you let me.

My favorite thing to do is to pick and scratch at my insecurities
Beauty is pain
It breaks your body
And shatters your insides
I keep discovering new things about myself I hate
Trying to erase the problems
But I’m not able to paint over the entire canvas
I leave little lines
Pencil marks
Bent corners
Scars
Breaking the layer of protective skin
through the armor
And under my smile
My one man army struggling to keep up with the war
Not being able to find any new soldiers that want to stay and protect the piece of forgotten land that I am
I’m so large yet I’m still not placed on the map

Hi, I'm Mihle. My favourite colour is blue and I love my peace and quiet. I'm not a picky eater but I like eggs, raisins and Mac & cheese. I suffer from insomnia but I'm working on that. I've got a big head and a really big heart. I'm an introvert; I like being alone, but when you're here I'm pretty sure I'll gladly share my space and thoughts.  I love being indoors, but I'd love to go out with you. I hate crowds but I'd go to a crowded place with you. Yes I like my peace and quiet, but I don't mind the noise if it's with you.  I'm more vulnerable than I'd like to admit. I spend most of my days in my head, making up scenarios about anything. I replay the past every so often, probably the cause of my anxiety. I hate feeling like disturbance to others ,but I like being thought of. I've had no luck with love, I always ended up hurt. So I'm just praying you're not like the rest of them, I pray that you'll be able to stay with me at my worst and at my best. I struggle with my self-esteem; some days I'm confident as **** but on other days I can't look at my self in the mirror. I've come across happiness but it never lasts. Sometimes I can't get out of bed but on other days I'm all about having fun. I'm complicated for no reason but maybe you'll take the decision to love me for me. I just want to feel close to you, you're who I dream of. I just want to co-exist with you, love you in different ways. I want you to know my love in different languages . I want to make romantic scenarios about us. Show me who you are, show me your demons cause believe it or not I'll fight them with you and vice versa. I'll reveal all my scars to you and still feel close to you. If we ever decide to be one, I need you to decide on me and not take a chance, but decide you'll love me for all I am because quite frankly I'm tired of always being an option. I'm tired of being left behind when the next best thing comes along! Let's decide to love one another. Let's stick around to learn one another, know every detail about our personas' cause you'll be the most beautiful human I've ever laid eyes on. As I said, I'm complicated for no reason but if you're willing to figure me out; go ahead. In the end you'll see I'm just like everyone else, trying to figure things out. Know that if you were next to me right now, I'd wrap my arms around your waist and attempt to melt into your figure. If you were here right now, I'd introduce you to the world I've been living in and invite you to be a part of it. I don't know where you are or when I will meet you, but I'm just hoping; when you see me,you'll feel me too.