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 Jul 2022 aspen wilde
hxzin
Untitled
 Jul 2022 aspen wilde
hxzin
i'd lap up an apology like it was saccharine nectar.
i beg for my self-worth to be untied, unscrambled,
unknotted from perceptions of
strangers and eyes, that linger
and push inward, scorching my skin.
Lo i remain,
pensive and fickle
begging to be your humble, healing servant.
Please let me help you. Please let me save you.
I'll dash my own bandages from my wounds just to set yours.
Tell me where it hurts.
I tell you to not think of me, i'm not worthy of the thought.
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬!

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞?
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬!
Just a thought!
Reality maybe!!
More thoughts/realities 👇
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/134709/just-a-reality/
 Nov 2021 aspen wilde
Cynthia
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
 Oct 2021 aspen wilde
Poetic T
I have a heart made of
Red
Tissue
Paper,
It is easily
Torn so be
Gentle,
For many
Have tried to burn it,
Flames
Edges
Frayed
But still partly whole
Others just thought
It would be appropriate,
To first brake it
Then rip it apart,
My heart is made of tissue paper
And many tears has it dried within my heart
Not bad for a 15minute work break
 Sep 2021 aspen wilde
raphæl
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"Hey, I worry that                    
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            "It's fine. That's enough"

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 Sep 2021 aspen wilde
Mikey
if the world was caving in and the stars were falling around us,
would you use your dying breath to say you love me.
the way i would mine.
 Aug 2021 aspen wilde
Mikey
i’m just a phase.
to you i am the moon
the gentle light that caresses your cheek in the darkness
the one that revolves around you.
but as the moon is known to do, i’m just a phase
a phase of your love i fight to earn
i’m slowly fading,
and you’re doing nothing to stop it.
i’m soon to be a new moon.
like icarus
i was too close
and felt too much


                       high
             too
flew  


and burned
                            a   w        a              y




and now
                 there is nothing left
                                                       but
                                                                dust.
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