#lovebombing
i came to terms,
i knew it right away,
the 29th of November,
would be our last day.
i felt it before then,
you were slowly slipping away,
i was conversationally a chore,
yet, you said enough to make me stay.
you felt like home,
truly a trickery at the time,
your love-bombing, my longing,
two flawed hearts pleading guilty, a repetitive crime.
even across the oceans of time,
i think of u now and then,
with a distant memory of the lingering pain,
i hope we never meet again.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:34 AM UTC
you always told me to stop wearing so much makeup
so i did.
you always told me to cover up
so i did.
you always told me to eat more
so i did.
you always told me ¨ please you love me right?¨
so i let you.
you always made me believe it was love
so i trusted you.
you always had traced my cuts and told me to stop harming myself
so i did.
march 15th 2025
now you're arguing with me
wondering why i broke up with you
when you ´ ve been the blade that forced itself against my skin.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
It was not me
who you loved.
It was not me who you saw,
but rather the mirror you put before me.
It was not my voice you heard,
but rather your own echo.
The mirror you held between us was fragile.
Slowly it began to crack.
Each time I held you closer,
the mirror began to disintegrate.
The more the mirror began to break,
The more you saw me.
But you cannot stand to not stare
at your own reflection.
As the mirror shattered,
so did my heart.
You picked up the chards and threw them to my skin.
For you do not see the blood coursing through my veins,
but rather the lack of yourself.
For it was not me who you loved,
but rather your
mirror.
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
I hate u
at least I think I do
memories of your flaws I say goodbye to
our relationship was a war, filled with love bombing, high walls, and gore
our relationship was a chore, never effortless always depressing when
I remember your rejection better than anything
when you dropped my hand, the way you shifted sands
around different people, I really believed you
but our love met the grim reaper
you kept yourself like a secret and I was a thrill-seeker
you were scared, I was fearless
I held you dear, you were tearless
so I hate u
at least I think I do
memories of your flaws I am haunted by
memories of all the times, I wished for, I deserved more
I outpoured just to no remorse
you were always ready to drop me to protect you
you were always ready to knock me to suggest you
were little Mr. Perfect and that this was worth it
but you weren't worth these hands, these tears, my heart
you weren't worth it from the ending, middle, or start
it is reflected in my art
that I hate u
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC