#comparsions
How does one feel okay to discard me instinctively,
While I am left burning with the smoke that has consumed my very being?
The bellowing beast howling through the ashes,
Relentlessly telling me I was not enough.
The ink bleeding onto these pages
Is the post-mortem of how innate my solicitude was toward you.
The salt streams running down my flushed cheeks
Are proof that I would have sat with you through the bloodiest trenches.
Even though my anguish will never ricochet back to drown you,
Even though she is a blinding shooting star lighting your sky—
Is it plausible that I was still profoundly important to you?
That is the cruel, fickle trap of closure.
We are left to swirl the unanswered questions in our artistry.
She possesses a striking consciousness,
But did my devotion require the mere footnotes of your life?
She is granted the grace to be a phantom in your life,
But why was my soul the one condemned to bear your invective?
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 10:10 PM UTC
My every waking thought,
is scorched by the ghost of her existence
The permanent place that she's effortlessly kept,
while I spent months hoping to float in his orbit.
It is not loathing that I feel towards her;
It is worse.
It is obsession.
An obsession with the turning mechanics of her brain,
An obsession with how she occupied his mind delicately,
While I am left scavenging for simple afterthoughts.
His insults settle like vitriol on my skin,
acid leaking from my eyes in the dead of night,
I am haunted by the quiet cruelty of his wicked thoughts,
wondering if he always seemed to measure my entity against hers.
A mere duplicate.
That is the only reason he reached for me,
While I foolishly conjured up the hope
That he saw me for me.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
I'm sorry I'm the ***** up mum
I wish I was the daughter
That you could admire
Instead I just destroy
Everything I desire
I'm sorry I'm the ***** up mum
And I'm not like the siblings you love
I promise you that I'm trying
But I know that it will
Never quite be enough
I'm sorry I'm the ***** up mum
The others seem to find it so easy
I wish I could breeze through life
Without a care
Just like the others
I'm sorry I'm the ***** up mum
I promise you I'm working
Towards a better future for us all
Even if it feels like
It's just a steady crawl
I'm sorry I'm the ***** up mum
I love you more than words can say
I would do absolutely anything
To make you proud
One day
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC