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 Jul 2022 aspen wilde
 Jul 2022 aspen wilde
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 👇
 Nov 2021 aspen wilde
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
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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
It is easily
Torn so be
For many
Have tried to burn it,
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
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
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


and burned
                            a   w        a              y

and now
                 there is nothing left
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