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Raffael Jan 31
broken hearts

in my eyes

in the corner of the matinee

like a shadow cast aside

another balancing act

on the edge of a knife

firecracker lies

scattered

all over the conversations

moth and flame game

the prize: your fire

the price: my peace

my love is your hostage

i am afraid

that you might **** it with ease

your gleam

your silent attack

makes me want to slip

through the crack

of a broken tile

the heat

subsides

for each passing mile

runaround

cooldown

till you forget

that you forgot me

where will i be?

who knows...

might even

take off with the crows
Falling Awake Jan 29
With hand sculpted verity,
I’ve fixed the flimsiest frame,
Suiting for my narrow view.

Contoured to my convenience,
Auto shaded by defense,
I’ve shaped lies– it’s nothing new.

Contained by intense borders,
My framed lies appear separate,
However, this is untrue.

With self-awareness clouded,
The frame shields me from myself,
But is it not fair to you?
This poem is about those “little white lies” that we tell ourselves (and others) to get by day to day. The "I’ll do it tomorrow"s, the "one more time"s, and the most dreaded…"I’m fine"s.
B Feb 14
In your upstairs room, so much unspoken
your trailing thoughts and hypersexuality
what you can do with a mouth that is open.
Lying there, morbidly broken
nothing is sacred
and I am not coping.
Tahira Shah Jan 29
I am not Papa’s princess,
Nor a prince’s princess.
I am a princess without a crown,
Without a sparkling gown.

No fairy tales define my name,
No royal blood, no fleeting fame.
I don’t need a kingdom or throne,
For I am a princess on my own.

No glass slippers, no golden ring;
I am a princess without a king.
I walk alone, no hand to hold,
For I am the one who makes me whole.

I am a princess without a knight;
I fight my battles, I own my fight.
My strength lies within me.
No footsteps to follow—I create my own destiny.

So call me not pari, frail or weak,
For I am strong and unique.
I am a princess, wild and free,
A queen of my world, no limits for me.
Phia Jan 29
The first time I met you,
it wasn’t love at first sight.
Instead,
it was a slow melody,
building to the most earth shattering crescendo.
Bryle Jan 28
you always push everyone away
when things are not going your way
i know that this is what you're used to
but i hope you realize i'm here too
please don't let your mind drown you

you said you needed space
but i fear that you might forget
the warmth of my presence
the joy when we talk until midnight
the happiness when we share coffee

i just don't know what to do
should i give you space or stop you
but one thing for sure, and this i know
everything will fall into its right place
so please let me share a light with you
please let me
Phia Jan 28
It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way your
hand always felt so weightless in mine,
but the absence of it—of you—
feels so heavy.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the beat of your heart
and the waves of your breathing
created a rhythm just for my soul.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the skin crinkles at the corners of your eyes
whenever you smile or laugh.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep
Cause now I sleep alone
And the bed feels so cold

It’s late
And I can’t sleep
Idk. Just a “shorter ish” version of the other one
Phia Jan 28
It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way your
hand always felt so weightless in mine,
but the absence of it—of you—
feels so heavy.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the beat of your heart
and the waves of your breathing
created a rhythm just for my soul.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
the skin crinkles at the corners of your eyes
whenever you smile or laugh.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
it all went to ****.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about the way
that I broke your heart,
and then you broke mine.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about all the tears,
and the pain,
and the emptiness.

It’s late, and I can’t sleep.
I’m thinking about how
maybe you aren’t my soulmate,
and that I don’t know how to exist without you—
my best friend.

It’s late,
And I can’t ******* sleep
It’s late and I can’t sleep
Yes I’m still writing about the same relationship
Sorry if it’s annoying and ******
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