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While I lie awake, the choice was yours,  
A silent witness to unspoken wars.  
Empty promises—you held them near,  
While my words sought truth, sincere.  

You craved action, I honored speech,  
But your distraction was out of reach.  
Still, I wish you success in all you pursue,  
For my sincerity was real with you.  

Beginnings fade, as all things must,  
Endings drift like scattered dust.  
Goodbye, my friend, our paths untwined,  
May your journey ahead be kind.

-Ghostcat
Pull back the blindfold
                             Let the sunlight
Bask in the shade from the tree

Un-bridle shoes  
                             You’ve never worn

They’ve no memory of
Steps you’ve taken

Use laces that have never been tied
                       Walk without conception
                       Observe without association
                       Evolve without dependence
Rin 6d
I trusted this world,
but my ears deceive.
i heard the truth,
and again its a lie.

My thoughts play tricks,
i thought trusting was right.
the whisper of lies,
This world is just filled with untruthful words.

But why?
i cant stop believeing in them.
what makes them so perfect?
i just wished i could close my ears,
and shut their mouths.
Im done with being lied to.
Vianne Lior Apr 17
Crow tends the cuckoo,
its heart cracked, yet still it heals
shadows nurse the thief.

Shang Apr 13
we didn’t need music
just the hum of the fridge
and the dog barking two floors down.
the sheets were half off the bed,
her hair in knots,
my hands shaking
like I’d lived a hundred lives
and never touched something so real.

Serena—
she looked at me like she already knew
where the cracks were
and kissed me there first.
no ceremony,
just heat and breath
and two ******-up hearts
trying to beat in time.

she moaned like it mattered,
like the world might stop spinning
if we didn’t keep going.
I bit her lip, she scratched my back,
we left bruises that felt like
truth.

afterward,
she lit a cigarette
with a hand still trembling
and said,
"we’re not broken,
just bruised in the right places."
and I believed her.
Intimacy is such a delicate and necessary thread that weaves true connection, trust, and vulnerability between hearts.

oh, today is my birthday!
Build with trust alone,
Don't let worry take it's toll,
What you built will fade.
Haiku :)
After all the **** you put me through                                                          ­                                
                                                                ­                                        
   Claiming all along it's been me not you              
                                                                ­                                    
  You made me feel you were doing me a favor                                                            ­                                        
                                                                ­                                              
  While I gave you all my best behavior                                                                   ­                                
Still, you say I am not good enough                                                                      ­                                                    
   I tell you that I am sorry that my love                                                                   ­                                                
Was something you wanted more of          
                                                                                 
  When I wasn't sure you loved me at all                                                                      ­                                             
    You pushed me away & put up walls                                                                     ­                                                      
  So here we are now, there is no mistaking                                                        ­                                   
                             ­                                                                 ­           
  Loving you was a huge undertaking
We don't even talk anymore                                                          ­                                                                             ­                                                  
No goodbye kisses at the door                                                             ­                                               
  I've got my life & you have yours                                                            ­                                                
                                                                ­                                                  
  We are still together, what for?         
                                                   ­                                                                   
You pretend that you still care                                                             ­       
                                                                ­                                                   
   Your mixed messages aren't fair                                                             ­                                                   
                                                                ­                                                      
I can see through the blank stares                                                           ­                                                                   ­                                          
 You're still here, but you're not there                                                            ­                                         
                       ­                                                                 ­                        
    What the hell have we done to us?                                                                       ­                                             
Broken hearts, broken trust
rick Apr 3
she disappeared into the shadows of the night,
skimming through the uproarious parties
like stone across the lake
until she sunk into
the gruesome arms
of another man
behind my sleeping back.

and there he was, pounding away
like some big dumb animal
at something I held sacred
as if bonds were meant to be broken
and boundaries were made permeable

and there she was,
taking it,
loving it,
enjoying it,
doing it to spite me
and knowing it would hurt.

and there I was, the last to know
in the dark circles of whispering
secrecy

it’s the all-too-familiar cycle
of passion and appetite;

swallowed by the underbelly of lust and
tormented by the foretaste of my presence

I can’t blame them,
I can’t blame myself,
it’s only nature
taking
its course.

and I can’t say this is written
about anyone specifically,

when it happened

far too many times.
Ankush Mar 25
He holds a blade in his hands
( A sharp and thinner )
Will he cut his own finger
Or will he cut another

He is been told -Past & Now
He is been scolded - Past & Now
( First for use, Now for the Plough)

"Oh , he went to hurt another?"

(The blood is crusted on his nails
And blade !)
Now will he wash off the blade
to tell If
He cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He swings the blade
And dried off
And then,

He said " she was the target"

And
She had a blade
She said calmly
" My blade is blunt & so I
evade"

(The boy remembered what they told
They said everyone lie and they pretend
But he thought she was different
And didn't defend

He said "hold my hands"
She looked smiling,
And had her hands lend
She swirled her fingers
And blades with them,

She stabbed her blade
In his fingers
As she said "The end"

He got up and walked away
And In the forest,
He soaked his own blood
On the blades and then
walked away)

They asked him
Did he cut his own finger
Or did he cut another

He replied
" She was strong and had a big
Shiny blade "
" She lied that it was blunt
And she may evade"
" Though I knew she was lying
And so I fought her with my own
Blade"
" She stabbed me twice but
I prevailed"

They remarked him ,
For that he cut a finger another
And gifted him a new blade,

He spent his days in regret
Scratching the blade
And with his nails
( Becoming ****** and erased)

He was proud for the new blade
He thought it will make him
Anew and remade

But

whenever he saw it
It made him recall
"The smile of the girl
And The lies in her swirl".
In a world where trust is a fragile illusion, a man stands at the crossroads of pride and regret, wielding a blade that carries both power and consequence. He has been taught that strength lies in the ability to strike, yet he hesitates—unsure whether to wound himself or another.

When he meets a woman who claims her blade is blunt, he chooses to believe her, despite warnings that people lie and pretend. But deception, like a hidden dagger, is most dangerous when least expected. As she turns on him, he realizes too late that some wounds are not inflicted by steel, but by trust misplaced. Wounded yet victorious, he is gifted a new blade—a reward for survival, yet a curse that binds him to the memory of his betrayal.

No matter how sharp or new the blade, the past cannot be erased. Every glance at it brings back the smile of the girl and the lies in her swirl—a lesson carved deeper than any wound.
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