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Outsider Feb 5
My head tackled down,
viewing at the ground.
I dare not lift my expression,
as your eyes may meet mine.
It´s not that you don’t catch my interest.
Have faith in me when I say this.
But my eyes are the window to my soul.
I´m scared to show you, how badly I am wounded.
One look at me, and you will see, that I am damaged.
I am broken, and I am torn.
Ripped from joy, from happiness and from pleasure.
Your look pierce through my senses.
I tremble, with every single nerve in my body.
Frightened, that you might see who I really am.
It hurts me to expose all these wounds,
that I attempt so desperately to stitch.
I try, but I am too fearful to display myself so openly.
The wall of protection that I have built for myself is withering.
Lay your eyes on mine, and I will crumble.
For I have been strong for too long.
One taste of intimacy,
has me uncluttered, like the work of a world-famous artist,
exhibited for everyone to see.
And that, I am not ready for.
Lieke Jan 28
You happened to me.
Why me?
Why you?
You hit me like a gunshot.
And hurt me soft and careful.
You inhaled me like a cigarette.
And locked me with your lips
You embraced me with your eyes.
And held onto my collar.
You wrecked away my ambition
Without pulling a single hair.
January 2018
Lieke Jan 28
I feel the water against my skin
I know when I am almost drowning
I can sense the snakes poking my atmosphere
As I draw my knife.


One of my eyes pinned
The other one the watch
Because I am *****
And nothing will hurt me again.
28 January, 2019
Mathalea Jan 19
I don’t wear a cape on my back, I wear all the tales of heartbreak like scars so that whoever I turn my back to knows I’m no stranger to disappointment.

I don’t fight evil with fancy gadgets or fight like violence was the first boy who ever intertwined their lips with mine, no I say all the right things, my words a honeycomb, my lies oh so real. I’ll bring out the good in the evil and right when it believes that my love is genuine I’ll show my back and walk away. That alone will knock anything down leaving it clasping it’s chest for air.

I don’t wear a mask because I don’t need a secret identity. I am already so confused with who I truly am behind all these metaphors, I don’t need another identity when I can barely figure out the one tied to my name.
gabrielle Jan 9
if he needed me in that instance
and i am nowhere to be found.
could i be back at that exact time
to be with him ?

if he had left me and i am hurt,
i am wounded.
would it heal ?

if he died at that sudden time and
i can't breathe anymore too.
can i live again ?

you answered,
" Time heals all wounds,
no matter how deep it is. "

i do not believe you,
the emptiness in mine wouldn't
be filled again.

not without him.
not these wounds.
not these bruises and slashes.
i'll just accept that from now on,
i am scarred.
Rowan Jupiter Dec 2018
around the edges, she crumbles to the touch

burnt & scarred,

she is broken.


If she dares move, she risks becoming nothing more

than a single, burning ember

already, the two are similar

fighting to stay alive, she is burning out
Lost Dec 2018
my body is scarred
thick pink and white
bumpy raised tissue
tiptoes in lines
along my hip
and through my thigh

I am marked
my patchwork skin
has cigarette hickeys
where I pressed the cherry in
I’ve been kissed by fire
long, slow, and passionate

these marks of residual pain
are proof that I’ve lived
I wear my heart on my sleeve
and my hurt on my skin
Lily Nov 2018
His hands linger on
Hers a second too long, and
She wants them to stay.

His smile makes her
Want to sing for joy, for it
Pierces her dark clouds.

His passion for life
Makes her long for one with him,
Always by his side.

She has scars, scars that
She thinks deem her unfit for
Love. But she is wrong.

She knows that these fears
Are holding her back, but they
Are hard to escape.

He would love her for
Who she is, not where she’s been
Or who she’s been with.

His hands linger on
Hers a second too long, and
She wants them to stay.

And this time she’s brave enough to take them in her own.
Eleanor Oct 2018
i told you my secrets
you told me you cared
you pulled me in closer
when i said i was scared
but now im scarred
you moved on so quickly
expect me to stay there
you’re right in that thinking
because i still care
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