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Ripped Open She trusted. She opened herself like a book, page after page, word after word, and they tore her apart, smiling while they did it. They lied. Every word a blade, every promise a trap. They said love, but meant control. They said care, but meant cruelty. She was used. Dragged across the floor of their desires, treated like nothing, like a toy, like she had no voice to scream with, no skin to claim as her own. She was cheated on. And each betrayal carved deeper into her chest, into her mind, into the part of her that wanted to trust. They manipulated her, twisted her thoughts, made her doubt herself even when she knew the truth. And when she cried for justice, the world turned its back. She was assaulted. Her body stolen, her soul shaken, her safety annihilated. And the shame—oh, the shame— was theirs to inflict, but somehow she carried it too. She feels broken. Like glass crushed underfoot, like fire doused before it can burn, like she’s screaming but the air won’t come. Anger boils in her chest. Rage she wants to throw at everyone who ever touched her with lies, who ever smiled while breaking her, who ever whispered, “You’ll never be enough.” Her heart aches. Her mind spins. She’s tired of the pretending, tired of swallowing tears, tired of pretending she’s fine when everything inside is screaming. And yet—somewhere under the debris, she breathes. Somewhere under the rage and the pain, she’s still here. Still raw. Still trembling. Still alive. But don’t tell her to forgive. Don’t tell her to move on. She isn’t done feeling. She isn’t done fighting. She isn’t done breaking down and shoving herself back together piece by shattered piece. She is angry. She is bleeding. She is broken. And for now, that is enough.
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Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
Rip me open
Ripped Open She trusted. She opened herself like a book, page after page, word after word, and they tore her apart, smiling while they did it. They lied. Every word a blade, every promise a trap. They said love, but meant control. They said care, but meant cruelty. She was used. Dragged across the floor of their desires, treated like nothing, like a toy, like she had no voice to scream with, no skin to claim as her own. She was cheated on. And each betrayal carved deeper into her chest, into her mind, into the part of her that wanted to trust. They manipulated her, twisted her thoughts, made her doubt herself even when she knew the truth. And when she cried for justice, the world turned its back. She was assaulted. Her body stolen, her soul shaken, her safety annihilated. And the shame—oh, the shame— was theirs to inflict, but somehow she carried it too. She feels broken. Like glass crushed underfoot, like fire doused before it can burn, like she’s screaming but the air won’t come. Anger boils in her chest. Rage she wants to throw at everyone who ever touched her with lies, who ever smiled while breaking her, who ever whispered, “You’ll never be enough.” Her heart aches. Her mind spins. She’s tired of the pretending, tired of swallowing tears, tired of pretending she’s fine when everything inside is screaming. And yet—somewhere under the debris, she breathes. Somewhere under the rage and the pain, she’s still here. Still raw. Still trembling. Still alive. But don’t tell her to forgive. Don’t tell her to move on. She isn’t done feeling. She isn’t done fighting. She isn’t done breaking down and shoving herself back together piece by shattered piece. She is angry. She is bleeding. She is broken. And for now, that is enough.
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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.
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
playing the field
was it worth it? were her lips as sweet as they seem? as soft as mine? did she give that little flutter in your heart that you get when you kiss me? what about that smile afterwards? was it as straight, and white, and pretty as you say mine is? when you look me in the eyes and say you love me, are you sure you’re not seeing her? are you sure that you’re not in love with her? apparently we both make you feel the same. you see, my bestfriend told me to leave you. leave you the same way you left me. alone and clueless. with no one to go to. because the person i was supposed to depend on the most, was kissing someone else. why should i stay with someone who makes me feel anything less than whole? i didn’t ask for it to happen like this. or for it to happen at all. i won’t ask anymore questions but one, was it worth it?
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
was it worth it?
A mask with a face that no one knew But you I let you see me Be with me Naked and scared I lie awake now Your selfish words still robbing me How? And now you say that I am guilty But I shared with you my reality Everything I knew about myself at that time But after time You began slipping Tripping Falling into the cracks of your own mask So I gotta ask Was it the pressure of your own fears that broke you? Because I was nothing but kind to you There for you When the rest of the world refused to be And now that we are nothing but strangers *were nothing but strangers Somehow your walls = my mask? Your fears for my innocence? I should no longer have to suffer From your hesitance
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
The mask.
Sunshine falls upon your auburn hair As the sweat drips down your nose onto your shirt. The light dances upon your wet skin as the cool water touches your tongue. She looks at you with amazement in her eyes as if she’s found a prize. Her emerald eyes glisten with fascination as your muscles clench with every move. Her lips spread to call your name in hopes for a kiss. The heat is not what is burning her skin, it’s the fire in her eyes as she looks at you. Sunsets, storms, eclipses, and meteor showers are all phenomena’s of the world. But you weren’t an object. You were a feeling. An emotion. A physicality. She didn’t know her heart was an acrobat until you danced on the tightrope with it. Flight is something she use to fear but now craves it like an addict craves a fix. You were her high. Birds fly high in the sky but always come back down. Not a day has gone by where I have hit the ground since I have met you. A breath of fresh air I have taken. Breathed in something that was so intoxicating. Loved someone so deserving of love. Gone to sleep with the desire of dreaming of the day when you are the first face I see in the morning and last as I fall into oblivion.
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
A Breath or Fresh Air
I once loved a boy that didn't love me back. I cared for him so much but it was never enough. I fell for the way he made me feel and I fell for all the lies that seemed so real. How could I be so dumb? He left me feeling.. numb. I once loved a boy that didn't love me back. I cared for him so much but it was never enough. I fell for the endless kisses, and I fell for the tight hugs. I fell for the way he'd look into my eyes and tell me I was enough. I fell for the way he held me and the way he said he'd treat me. I fell for a liar! And I can't talk about it without my body feeling like it's on fire! I can cry and I can scream but it won't change a thing! I fell for a boy and now I'm hurt. I thought I was a diamond.. I guess I'm just dirt. And I keep telling myself to be strong.. But I remember him saying he wouldn't leave but now he's gone!
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
What I Fell For
But if in separation, you find yourself much stronger than you've been with him, separate. It may not be a wise decision to ruin your make up for someone who ruined your heart ruthlessly. But it would be so much wiser to still go on with your life so flawlessly confidently genuinely happy. For he may not be the one, but know that he is surely not a loss when you finally come to realize that he's gone.
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
Steady
So word is u going around saying u used me and u cool with it!!!!! makes me question, what is loyalty?????? Boy I fed u, I bathe U, I housed U, I took care of U....boy....how dare U come to me with bad intention....then u up and leave me when I need U the most.....to add insult to injury U wanted me to **** our baby! U turned ur back in us....U failed me when I held u up................I hate U for that. U'd rather want someone like her. Someone loud like the **** we smoked, someone expensive like what drank every Friday and Saturday night. U and me in my house. U wanted someone easy, like it was so easy to whisper in my ear. U made me believe that U loved me. U lead me to believe that U was 100. I supported ur dreams and I cared about ur thoughts. I kept ur secrets, I never turned on u, and I never will. U lied to me and played ur girl. U took my heart and ripped it open for the world to see, now I am a angry poet.
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Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
angry/not a poem
I never thought I would hurt this much. the thought of loneliness is overpowering. Because of you I'm Hurting and because of you I cry because of you i scream. the pain of defeat is overwhelming. the thought of you breaks my heart, and the thought of you is sickening
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
hurting