I feel sorry for myself,
Its a keep you awake feeling.
Constantly navigating,
Forever healing.

Its a spooky place isolated,
Its familiar but so concentrated.
Moon moved.

Afraid yet bold,
Young and old.
Sing it.

Young and undisputed right for living
From beginning of creation
Life punishes with corruption
Eternity not accomplished soon enough

Only few years have passed
Life get strenuous and unsolvable
Persistence decapitates patience
Creation of morality is continuous
Moral ability engages maturity

Creating deception becomes inevitable
Creativity is an understanding of sanity
Baffled by obstacles endures constant emotion

Decapitation of reality consumes it self
I am not here for forgiveness
I am not here for flowers
I am not here for you
I am , as I will ever be

Adrian v
06/18/2025

When you bought me flowers
every petal felt like a debt,
a heavy weight in a fragile vase.

Sunflowers, because they were yellow
I said they were my favorite like the color—
perhaps just to comply, to appease.

But truly, I like roses
in all their simplicity,
no hidden promises.

Will a bouquet ever feel the same
or are all flowers
just silent obligations?

I shy from kindness offered too quickly
wondering what it's meant to buy.

I said
I will not be afraid
I shall fight sharper than a blade

I said
I will not fail
I will not hide behind a veil

I said
I will fight until my last breath
If I earned it, I will welcome death

I said
I shall show no fear
and won't stop until I have traveled the sphere

If my life were less interesting,
would you be less interested in it?
Or me?

You scarred my heart
and now it stains your hands
smiling with your lips closed
to hide the blood staining your teeth

You lied about me
like what we had never happened
hiding the stains on your skin
from all the marks you gave me

The longer it goes on
the less you can hide from
tripping over your words
and we both know your alibi is falling apart

You can't smile forever
while hiding the blood on your teeth
the marks won't fade
because you can't wash me away

You broke me and left
like I was nothing
and now my blood stains
and you can't hide it

You tried to fix it
like your hands were still clean
but forgetting is not the same
as forgiving

You can't hide from what you've done
because I know
and you'll never be able to just
wash away the blood on your hands

Every mistake you made
stains your skin
and some day
you won't be able to hide anymore

So I'll leave quietly
polite and with my head bowed
but I'll never kneel to you again
because I know the red you hide

You smile with your lips closed
but one day they'll see
the blood you hide
and you can't drag me down with you