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Ankita Dash May 21
know when you said you wanted the world, wanted us to take on the world?
to read strange eyes and stranger smiles off of strangers' faces;
to see what makes you laugh, bawl, shatter, feel;
to knit stars into daydreams;

but your mama never gave you pocket money.

so you needed a runaway girl to fund your self destruction
and now you've been living backwards because
there is a place in your memory where your hand clenches my autumn kissed green hair that you never really liked

and you like that, don't you, darling?
Phoenix32 Apr 22
Pretending as though I'm not drowning...
Fiercely searching for the silver linings...
Whilst never taking my eyes off that light at the end of the tunnel...
Knowing someday I will finally reach that distant glow...
I will merge into the light, and I will bath in these rays that illuminate my path...
With a desire for life that burns like the sun;
I shall resurrect from the ashes and fly away...
you say, I am too much for you,
similar to never being enough.

I find myself staggered between
the tipping of the scale.
balance is the illusion that
gravity has created to pull you
closer to me.

why must I lose parts of myself
for you to finally see me?
some things are better left unsaid
cesario Feb 20
you meant everything.
when you screamed,
shouted
and hurt,
it meant everything,
as you meant every thing.
cesario Feb 20
03:31

it’s constant.
constant pounding,
constant screaming,
of your name.
reiterating of you,
and constantly driving me.

absent yet constant.
echoing through every crevice
in my mind,
and of the mind you reside.
constantly screamed to fill the silence you left.

every gap of nothing is filled with everything of you.

you reign over my sombers,
awake when im not.
when my conscious is taken,
you follow me into sleep.
only to wake to you
and sleep to you.
and wake to you.
and sleep to you.
and wake to you,
and yet another
daily,
cyclical torment,
where the only constant is you.

constantly
constantly
constantly.
cesario Feb 15
my voice became hoarse.
i tried screaming to be heard,
but you chose to be deaf.
i cried out to you.
clinging onto whats left.
it pained me to cling,
for there was nothing left for us,
of us.

you ignored my cries,
i ignored the signs.
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