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ArianLlwyn May 3
That guy, that boy, that man.
The words roll round my head,
Like a big bingo cage,
Full of thin razor blades.
Alicia Moore Apr 25
With the point of my arrow as sharp as my jaw,
my draw back and backtalk are equally as piercing.
They asked me how I knew
That I loved only you.
Do you know what I said?
The first thing that came to my head?

I told them you're like lo-fi indie
One tear and you're there for me
Waiting to sing and help me through
One hour in your arms and I'm back to new.

And, like the music, you fill out the edges
The sharp that cut up my senses
You pad them out and soften them up
So when I fall, I don't feel so struck.
It’s waiting for fake love. Wanting to feel alive.
Putting a label on everything. Well If I have to put a label on it.. I’d  called this untitled love. With a one way street.

Why is it I always want have I can’t have.
Then I run away from everything else.
I let my heart get broken over and over again.
Why do I tend to trust my feelings.
I don’t want to be in love.

I could write a million one words about you.
I tell myself no don’t message him. He’s not interested. Then message him anyway.
Just maybe if I vanished they’d notice.

Because sooner or later I’m just going to give up on the matter.
I always do. Because I hurt myself too much.
I wish I could stop dreaming about you and thinking about you 24/7
You’re just too bad for me.

I’m the only person you’ll meet
Who’d tell you the straight up brutal truth.
Maybe my words are too sharp.
ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢

𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰,
𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱,
𝔗𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,
𝔉𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔦 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩,
𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡,
ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡,
ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥,
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰,
𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢,
ℭ𝔬𝔟 𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰,
𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰,
ℑ 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔢!
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Let's not forget the way we were
The happiness we used to hold
Before the seasons changed on us
And winter turned your heart cold

And bones crack from the drop in temperature
Surprised at your lack of emotion
Sharp details of each moment clearly defined
As if you are moving in slow-motion

Stillness more than I can stand
Sometimes you are as rigid as a statue
Like an exhibit in a museum
Impressing all who view

Storm of chaos brewing inside
Kept under a silent veil
I try to pry a confession from your mouth
Ultimately I always fail

I know your body in and out
Every inch of your flesh mapped in mind
But you won't let me peek underneath
This perfect mask you hide behind

Eternal conflict is my burden
Faced with an impossible choice
I should respect myself enough to let go
But I'm addicted to the sound of your voice

Reflected in the mirror are mistakes
In the form of scars on my skin
After 25 years on earth I know better
Yet still partake in bittersweet sin

Life is just easier with you there
I can't see it any other way
We may not always get along
But I still choose you every day

I miss those times you'd stare at me
Love prevalent in your eyes
With every teardrop adoration drained out
Your dilated pupils now show only lies

And the moments of intimacy shared in the past
Get further and further away from what's real
But no matter the distance between memories
I'll forever remember how you made me feel
I don't care if I never see you again, you will always mean the most to me.
Isabella Aug 2020
They told me to pick up the knife
That with it I’d be able to cut the rope holding my throat to the ceiling
And break the chains keeping me to the ground
So I wrapped my fingers around the cold metal
Adrenaline as hot as fire pulsing in my veins
I didn’t let go
And I didn’t free myself
Instead I brought the silver blade to my heart
Carving the words I wanted to be engrained in me forever
scars heal until i cut myself again
K Balachandran Aug 2020
My eyes slyly asked yours for a breeze
But your lips quickly gifted a tornado.
Uprooted, with you  I flew across like a bird,
To an island where your sharpend  nails,
Etched murals on love going sweetly violent,
On every inch, making the pain pleasurable,
All over the canvas of my down turned body.
LC Aug 2020
whenever I stumbled and fell,
instead of helping me up,
they pushed and berated me,
knocking me down even further.
safety was never a guarantee.
I take each step carefully - too carefully.
wondering who can see my trembling hands
and feel my heart pounding in my chest.

now when I stumble and fall,
I push the helping hands away,
even though I want to feel
a hand in mine
more than anything.
I've come to expect sharp,
grating words from everyone,
even though not everyone is like them.

I pick myself up and hide
waiting until the storm settles.
sometimes when it all dies down,
I'm still not convinced that it's over.
I step out of my hiding place
and wait for the thunder.
I jump at every noise,
and I wince at every touch.

I want to have spaces in which
my body can relax instead of
looking for the next threat.
in which my hands are steady,
my heart takes a leisurely stroll,
and I don't have to hide.
in which I can tell myself,
"I am safe," and fully believe it.
It's not easy to live with the effects of emotional abuse, but I am healing. I'm hopeful for the future.
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