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Hidden Glade Aug 2018
My biggest fear
More than death
More than loss
is the fear that one day
I'll wake up

and notice that I'm alright




It's not that I like being broken
but it seems like that's all I'm good for anymore
so rather than fight for something I can't have
I'll lay complacent in my bed
wishing I could touch your face again.
Hidden Glade Dec 2018
Someday when we're together again,
those tears won't stream down your face.
There won't be nights where we both wish
the other was by our side.

I know not easy with 800 miles between you and I.
I never expected it to be this hard.
Each day grows longer and longer
and you feel further and further away.

So send me the night to bring me to you,
in our dreams we're together,
and miles
and days
can't steal that from us.
<3
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
i HIDE
behind my lines
I've said it before.
I'll say it again.

I̷͖̿'̵̮̈́m̶̫̏ ̷̪̔s̶̛͈ö̵̜́r̵͎̈́r̶̝͑y̴͇̏ ̸͔̎t̴̜̾h̶̭̔a̷̡͐t̸̠̀ ̶͔̍Ï̸͜'̷͒͜m̵̨̛ ̸͖̈ṋ̶̅ő̵͎t̷̪͌ ̵̫̍b̷̹̿e̸̻͘t̶̓͜t̵͓̆e̸̢̿r̴͍̽;̸̧͗
̸̔ͅÚ̴̟n̷̼̄d̶̙̾ė̵̯r̵͇̉s̶̻̓t̸̡̑a̷­̬̍n̸̟͒d̸̻͑ ̶̛̰Î̴̺ ̵̙̀d̷̬͐o̴̬̔n̵̊͜'̸̘͋t̷͈̿ ̷̙͛m̶̩̃e̸̡͛ạ̸͋n̵̓͜ ̶̀͜t̵̜̓o̵̳̎ ̷̱̆w̶̥̽o̴̼̓r̴̥͂r̶͎̓y̴̬͂ ̵̣͌y̷̬̔ŏ̶̮ŭ̷̗.̶̤̂
̶̱̎Ĩ̴̮ ̷̳͝j̵͕́ŭ̶͈s̷̻̑t̴͔̓ ̶̞́f̶̟̿e̴͈̒e̸͋͜l̸̙͘ ̴̣̐l̵̰͌i̷̛̠k̵̻͂e̴̞͑ ̴̛̼e̸̗͊v̸̳̋ě̵͎r̵͎̚y̸̑͜t̷̙̾h̵̳̒ī̸̡ņ̸̛g̵̮̋ ̸̬͊I̴͕̐ ̵̡̆d̴̜̓o̵̯̒ ̶͕̊ì̴̱s̶͓͝n̸̼͝'̵̥̈t̷̩̐ ̸͈̽ẻ̸̟n̵̙͊õ̷̦u̷͇͐g̴̖͗h̵̙̃
̷̲̐ ̸̪̏f̸͔̈́o̸̜͋r̸̰͒ ̸͖̀s̸͙̈́o̵̝͂m̵̺̕ě̷̡o̵̼̿ň̷̥é̵̗ ̸̫̉a̴͕̐ś̵̳ ̸͉͛á̸̝m̶̪̿a̵͇̎z̴̙̕ĩ̷̬n̴̦̈g̴̼̐ ̶̛̜a̸̺͝ś̷̞ ̸̭̏ý̷͍o̴̼̊ṳ̶̌.̸͉̏

I̸̥̟̻̿̾̚ͅ ̷͇̪̽̾̈k̴̼͑̊̑n̸̮̭̊̽͝ö̴̳̝̯́ẘ̶̭͉̙̲̺̾͛̓ ̵̨̞͊̈́͌̓Ḯ̶̬̿̕͠ ̵̨͓̯̞̆h̶͎̮͉̿͊a̵̻̺̪͂v̶̫̄̀͜e̴̗̎́͆͂ ̴̺͉̣̝̹́́n̴͕͚͛ͅį̷̡̪͙͛g̶̰̱͐̽͆͝h̴͕͎̘̹̘̎͋̆̚͘t̵̡̧̝̃̌̔m̵͍͓̤̈́͒͗͂a̷̭̻̎̎̓­̘̗̗r̴̨̛̖̠̪e̸̮̦͋̓̋̍s̴̫̭̗̩͗̃͜
̷̥̭͇͍͖͋̇͋́͐a̷͈̯̫̲̋͗̉̕͝b̷͍̰̪͆̉ͅo̴̦͐̏̽̑­̤͓̤̲û̶̫͍̈́̇ẗ̷̞̦́̒̾̕ ̶̩͍͖̥̂ͅy̸͈͑̍͠o̶̙͛̾̍ų̷̞̥͙͓̽̉̐,̸̡̘̪̪̊͋̂ ̷͎̠̞̘̥͊̈̌a̶̲͑̍͘ņ̴̹̃̏̾d̷̡̬̪̳͎̋̏͊̐ ̷̛̭̙͋̄͗ą̸͚̓̂b̸͖̬̟̈́ͅó̶̡̦̹̰̅͂ǘ̷̩̘͆͂̓̓t̶̨̮̱͔̄ ̵͚̥͙́̀̂m̸̡̜̱̏͐̐͌è̸͚̳̦,̵̡̱̮͒̉
̵̟̈́͑ḑ̵̤̄̄͐͠y̶̧̳͂̾̅̾̕į̵̛͖̓̇̈n̸̛͒̓̓­̡͈̩g̵̘̬̎.̶̠̳̱͠͝ ̶̛̹̩̱͗l̸̯̘̝̈́̒͝ẽ̴̪͓̦̔͑̀a̶̐̒͘̚ͅͅv̴̢̊̒̌ȉ̴̢̢̢̻ͅn̸̗̖̣͓̉̐̚ͅg̶͉̅.̷͐̿̾͋­̮̜͙͙̤ ̷̪̞̈́s̴̩̲̿l̴͈̗̭̓ͅi̸̠̲̓p̶͈̰̳̜̘͗p̷̜͈̗̄͋̿͘͜i̷͎̫͆́n̴̗͙̥̻̟̒͘͝g̶̜͍̮͒̈̄͛.­̵̢͉͇̱̓͑͊͛̆ ̶̺̿̌̈́̉̓c̸̣̻̤̲̆ṙ̶̠̠͐̔a̸͍͌s̶̢̢̲̾͋̐h̵̢͚̃i̵̢̟͉̇̑͊͝n̴̟̮̫̈̔̔͘g̴̬̭̠̒.̸͑­̤̊͑͌͜
̵̡̙̞͑t̴̫͙̿̉͑̈́h̷͙̙̩̩̒̌͑͝e̶͉͗ ̶̢̭̺̦̙̽̐l̷̪͗̌́͘a̸̛̞̟̻͝s̶̩͉͚͍̼͑̊ṭ̸͇͉̽̈́̈̿͊ ̸̺͎̘̍̇͗̀͘o̶̟̰͉̩͊ñ̸̞̩̏͐̐͐ͅe̸̢͔͑̌͗̋ ̴̨̼͍́͘͝ͅš̷̮̯͖̱͋͒̿c̶̩͌a̸͖͓͂̃͒́r̸̢̧̲̬̽̊͗̉ȇ̸̙͎͔ş̸̤̲͙̉͐ ̸̭̊̌͌̚ṃ̵̙̎͝͠ę̷͊ ̶̬̘̥̈́͐̋͘ṭ̵̬̦̔̅h̶̰̻̐̐ȅ̷̬ ̴̩̺͍̹͈̈́͗͌̚͝m̸͍̎̑̅́ó̶̠͖̋̓̂̕ṡ̵̟̺̏t̵̡͇̕.̶̙͈̭̞̂͒̔
̶̺̤̬̰͎̈́͋̓I̸̦͑́̚ ̶͖̈́͌t̴̮̪̘̬̄̆̓̈́̚ḧ̸̛̥̗̱̈́̇͝i̸͇͉͉̭̳͗n̷͔͌͠͝k̵̰̙̼̹̑͗ͅ ̴̛̟̮̖̖̬͌̎̅̔I̷̭̲͔̪̙͊͂̂̀'̸̨̱͙̠͂̿m̴̺͉͎̆͊̀͗ ̸̛̫͆̈́̄̌a̸̱̹̯̮͕̋́̑͝t̸̜̜͂̔̾̈́̅ ̷͉̗̀͆̌͘5̴̗̳̖̆̿̈́ ̸͓͋͋̎͜n̸̢͙̹̞͗ô̴̭̟̮͎̓͋̇w̶̨̚.̸͍̹͝
̸̧̨̞̀̋̓̈́͝
I̶̝̤͍̦͖̰̔͂̄͑̿́͊̕'̴̨͚̼̋­̡̡̼̬͍m̶͕̥̠̰͔̲̳̲̐̊͊͑̒̃͝ ̵̨͓̜̮̰̟̓̽̋̑͜s̶͚̪̯̔̂̐̋̀̌̎͠c̵̮̙͚͔̱̜͊͗͂̏͘͝a̶̦̣̰͍̣̕r̴̡̥͚̳̽͛͋̈́̀͝e̶͛̂̊̕­̢̜̩̫̊̍͛̕ḓ̸̨̃́̎̃͒̋͝͝ ̶̰͍̟͚̙̈͒͒̈́̂͛̍̕͝ͅḬ̵̺͇͇̝̉̒́̍̌'̷̛͔͈͉͙̤͇̟̻̀̃̒̊͋̅͝͝m̵̝̗̝̻̩̘̦̜̮̜̏ ̷̼̮͓̝̼̠̱͆̾͂͠ṅ̴̪̮͚͙̰̤̱̟͚̋̕͝ͅǒ̶͕̘͋͛̽̉͝t̸̡̥̮̤̓̽ ̸͚̻̟̩̂̈̽͗̄͂e̶̮̬̫̺̘̭̝͈͓̜͂͗̉̄̐̌͗̂n̷̨̧̛̻̬̣͍̖͚͊̄̑̆̊̕͜ȏ̵̬̀ư̵̻̥̩̅͗̍̚͠­̠̝̼g̷̼͔̳̯͌͆̍͑͑̾̔̄͠h̸̢̠͙̼̕;̵̡̨̯̱̬͓͙̫̌̃͗̽̾͝͝
̸̱̰͎̩̜̭̎͒̓̍̋̚̚E̷̛̗͝v̷̀­̡̞͉̗̖̖̮̗̂e̵̡̲͖͉̰̣̒͌̈́̅̄̆͑͆̽͝n̶̲̥̊̄͒̅̆͋͜ ̵̡͇̒̋ẗ̵̢͉̗͙̭̳̿̋̿͂͒̑̚͠h̶̨̧͉̮̪̝̙̬͈̗̅o̴̹̭̩̹̩̦̜͛̄̂́̚u̴͙͈̱̦̼͕̱͎͈̿͜g̵͑­̡̩̗͔̟̞̟̙̦̌h̵̢̩̎̒͂́̂ ̵̮͕̞͗͌͒͒͌̎̚͘͜͜͝͝y̶̭̟͌͑̀̑̑̋̕o̶͎͈̓̀͒͂ụ̸̤͓͉̲̘̉̆̀͆'̶̨̩̲̄͐͝ṽ̶̱͙̹̞͇̊̚­͎̱͍̘e̶̥̘͒̇̀̚ ̵̡̛̟̤͍͆̂͒͛͊̆͝t̸̳͇̯͗͂́̈́̾͆̑̈̎̐ơ̶̯̑͊͛͛́͋̍̚ḽ̴̜͉̱̲͙͈̹̗̤̋̿͒̌d̵̛͊͒̌͑̾̋­̦͓͖̝̥̜̥̣̀͊ ̴̧̯͔̲͕̠̠̿͊̆͐̿̀̓̓͠m̴̜̣̪͚͛̓̾̈́ē̸̘͙͚̜͖͇̙̬͋̃̀̄͜ ̴͖̇̓̆͗̀̌̾͆͠c̶̨̫͓̬̺̲͈̉̎͠o̵̪̻͖͊̄ų̴̝̗̻͎̆̏̀͆̔̉̀̇͝͝n̵̛̛̩̱̩̗̘͍̰̲͕̍̏̀͗͘­͕t̸̨̞͚̬̺̬̎̊̏̐̀͛l̶̡̡̬̞̘̬͓̄̃̓͊̎̀̔͛ė̵͕͔̪͙̭̦̘̀͐͒͒̿s̵̨̞̤̰̆͗͜s̸̠̳͕̗̿̆̏­̩̜ ̷̡̢̝̟̱̹̮̼̭̔̈́͂̀̅̽̕͝t̷̡͖̣̣̹̦̫̏͗̾̆͒̈́͘̚i̵̫̤̼̲͚̺̤͗͋̌͠m̵̬͎͎͗͋̒̔́͜e̷͗͑̀̓­̙ș̵̭͇̥͍̻̖͎͈̓̿ ̵̡̢̛͇͔͈͈̼͚͇͗͑t̶̪͓̣̤̙̩̏̋͆̒͠h̴͈̺̜̰̜͓̾̍͋̽̉͑̕͘͜a̶̖̞̘̻̯̲̺̯̭͋̑t̶͔̯̿͑͠͠ͅ­̺̰̯ ̵̖̞̪̰͈̮͉̏͗̃̒̕͘͠ͅI̴̻͇̳͐̀̊͛͂̀̃'̸͈͗́̇m̷̧̃̃ ̴̙̟͚́̚ẅ̷̦́̈́́̈͑͘͘͘ͅớ̵̡̆̓̌̏̅̔̕͝r̷̛͕̣̥̮̪̱͐͊̄̽̑͊͜t̸̢̩̼͇̘̘̺́̂h̶̿́͐̅͒­̖͍̯͖̻͜ ̷̢̧̮̜̻͗̈̓̄̓į̷͙̮̟̺͍͇̺̮͛̒̄t̸̗̉̋͒̆̈́̾̍͠.̷͔̰̩͚̈́̈͝
̴̣͕̟͔̫̖̙̱̀̊̔͜͠I̵̎̍̕­̛͚͓̼̤̘͈͚̐͑́'̷̨͔͔͕̩͈̹͒̿̊͊͑̍́̕͘m̷̡͇̖̝͕̺̼͔̟̐̄̿͋̈ ̸̰̩̩͑͒͋͂̆̿͠s̶̗̊̕č̴̪a̵̡͈͖͂̇͗̃̀̽͌r̶̨͍̎̏͗̿͂͑̚ę̶̢̗̫̦͉͕͔̈̃̎͊̚̚͜d̸̔̅͘­̰̳̬͇͉̑̇͐̆̎ ̵̤̼̘̥̇͗̌͋̔͌̀̐̽I̷̛̮̬̺͐́́̒́̈ ̷̨̞̙̱̩̪̈́̓̑̓̚͝ͅw̵͈̹̮̦̑̐͑̋͋͛̑̎͜͠͝o̸͉̐ͅṅ̴̛͈̱̺̐̒͌́͐̊͜ͅ'̵̡̣͔̖̥̆͊͒͌̈́̎̑­ṯ̸̨͔̞̤̞̼͑̿͐͒̐̇̃͂̆ ̴̹͛b̵̜̖͙̈̽̚e̸̢̢̠̙̘͚̤̯̪̮̾̾̀ ̴̿̾̈́͗͗͒͝ͅt̷̡̡̛̬̥̬̹̉ḧ̶̟͈̗̳̟́͠e̵̢̾r̷͖̘͖̙̗̀̅̏̆̒͛͝͝è̶͇̹̫͔̳͈̘̀̌͒͋̿̂͑͜­̩.̸̘̱̬̺̹́̇͊̂̀͆̉̐͝
̵̼̺̝̬̌͒̏̇͛͜͝b̶̛̗̝̥̭͇͒̀̑͑̋̽͊u̸̞͗̂̾́̑͊̿̈́̃̂ṫ̴͋̑́̓­̨̲̻͉͎̱̩͐ ̸͔͖̻̠̙͖̙̈͗̈́̔̽̏̐͠ä̷̛̦͙̺̈͛ ̷̝̫͇̪͖̝͓̥͓͊̀̽ͅĉ̸̢̡̦͖̮̯̺̗̼̘̌́̅̂̏̾̎o̶͔͍̱͓̻͋͛̀̅̊͆̈̃͊ṅ̵͖͑̍̂͗͘̕c̴͐͠͝­̨̖̞̜͌̕ŕ̴͖̭̦͎͇̝͑͗͊̎͋ë̵̪͍́̋̇t̶̰̻̺̫̄̊͂̄́̏͘̕͝e̷̜̟̣̲͉̍͛̊ ̴̟͕̾͋b̸̛̤̞̏͋̋̍͝ȧ̶̠r̶͙̤̝̪̗͒r̷̮̳͇̗͎̬͛̇͊͜i̵̧͊͗e̶̪̊̿͛̏͋͐̂̽r̴̞̩̝̈́̈́̊͘͜­̡̦̗̫ͅ ̴̨̡̧̖̠͍̗̟̏̀͌̍̃̏̇͘͠͝ŵ̵̡̙̜͋́͆̇̈́͊͝ͅī̵̳̖͆͌̀̎́̍͝ļ̶̻̹̻͓͕̗̔́̋l̸̛̎̔̍̊̃­̻̭̫̥͓̩͚͊͑̂̂ ̷̻̥̟͔̺͂̌͋̂͗̐́̎̅͠ͅͅb̵̡͖̌̍̑̊͝͝e̴̛͈͍͓̿́̉̾͋̉.̵̧͙̖̰̹̎̈̾͑̃̓̕͝
̵̩͐̅̓̉̔̓͌­̹̺̘̙̬̰͓̥
Ą̷̛̖̭͎͙̬͙̘̭͎͉̦̲̻̤̥̦̩́̉̄́͗̆̚̚n̸͈͙̄̉ͅḍ̷̡̌̂̍̓̅̏̓̎͒̄̾́͘͘̚͝­̢̧̯̪̦̬̭͙͈̞̤̜̼̫͎ ̶̧̨̡̡̘̩̬͇͎͎̩̮̫̞̥̀̓̕ͅş̷̧͍̞͉͕̗̗͙̮̻͕̝͕͖̣̜̮̗̯͛̑͜͜ͅͅȍ̸͋̈͒͗͒̂̈̋̒͘̚̕̕͝­̜̹̼̑͌ḿ̶̨̤͕̲͓͙̲͓̼͒̄̂͒e̷̦̪̘̪͓̋͐̅̉͊̊̉͛̍̉̊͝t̶̛͕̬͇͓̱̬͍̱͒͆̈́̽̂̂̇̊͌̑̈́̂ͅͅ­͕̪̼͓̲̺͜i̷̢̧̨̨̛͔͎̖̹̪̬̼̯͙̘͕͈͇̦͕̮̻̼̯̮͈̳̰͉̊͂͊͐͋̈̌͐̆̓̊̍̊̚̕̕͝͠m̶̛̃̈́́̄̚̚­̧̖̘͇͎̗̟̮̺̻͕͖̈́͆̓͆̿̕ͅé̵̮̯͙̹̝̬̥̱͍͋̉͋̈́̎̂̒̍͊̽̕͠s̸̛̱̆̓̀͐̓̆̑͂̿͒̍̅̍́̒͠͝͠­̢͎̼̳͔̝̤͚̝͍͈͎̲͖̼͙̪̝̝̱̻̞͍̝͙̺̯.̵̨̢̛̦̫̤͎̖̥̺̺̰̥̫͎̫̟̞̮̲͎̂͛̿͐̎̎̾́͗̊͗̆͝.̸­̰͇͖̈́̓̏̀̀̏̃͑͂̇͠͝.̸̢̻̠̼̹̘̟̻̯̣̝̹̲̣͇̟̘̖́̒̀͂̃́͆
̸͎̱̹͇͍̞̙͇̻̭͉͍̣͔̖̹̟̑̈́ͅͅ­̡̙̻̥̮̭̜͖̺Į̴̛͚̲̫̤̬̮̲͇̮̰̮͉͓̲͈͉͉̤͔̟̳̱̆̄͆̿̈́̂̄̾͌̽̉̀̓̒̊̀̃̓̀̍̽̕̕ ̴̧̛̲̞͉̞̲̥̞̪̓͑̔̐̌̅̓̅͑̏͊͗͒̈́̚͝͠͠͠m̷̤͓̥͈̱̭͛̽̈́͛̀̒̏͐̆̓̂̑͐̏̈́͆̈́̌̄̿̍͒͐̋̍̓͜­̠̻͕̲͍̮i̷͚̣̰͓͌̈͒̈̾͗͊͗̒́͊̀s̶̗͔̤͓͍̯̰̱̻͕̆̈͒̇̈s̵͓̫͓̩̣͍͈̣͍̒̈́̇͂͌͂̂̀̀͆̀̕͜­͍͎̻ ̷̡̜̹͖͙̣̦̫̩̘͓̘̠̳̫̻̦͚̬͔̗͖͇̍̓̇̒̾͒̓̂̐̾̇̈́͛̈́̌̋͜͠ͅṯ̵̛̛͓̩̻̱̗̝͊͛̄̆h̵͗̿͆̕͝­̧̡̗̭̰͖̯͇̬̲̮̥̩͍͚͚̝̤̦̱̰̣̖̮̝̾͌̃̏́̓̏́͑̃͘ͅè̴̥͇̆̔͆̂̃̆̐̕͠ ̷̢͕̩̪͌͌́̽̓͌͂̾͒͑̇̀͘̚͠͝k̴̥̺̫̙͕̼̜̘̫̣̬̠̲̟̭̘̬̣͊̒̈́̏͑͆̑̓͌͗̆̐̓͛̾͐͑̈́̚͘ͅĩ̷­̡̧̨̭̣͈̬̹̗̞̠̳̞̱͔̪̠̪̝̺͓̦̜̓͝s̴̨̧̪̺̼̰̗͍͔̞͖͈͔̼͖̯͉̯̜̟̳̞̦̮̀̍̿ŝ̶̛͗̿̅͛͠͝͠­̨̧̨̖̗̜̻͍͙͈̻̹̲̩͚̮̖̗̇̆̆̈́͛͂̂̽͘ ̷̛̟̳̩̫͐̇̈̊̉͒́̉̈́͑̐̆̕ǫ̷̤̯̱̲͈͔̘̫̳͙̀̆ͅf̴̢̡̙͚̟̼͙̬͚̪̞̖̣͚͍̓͛̌̾̓̈̾̌́͊͛͘ͅ­̱̪̟̘̬ ̷̨͕̘̭̙͓̇͊̌͗à̵̧̹̳̭̰̻͈̤͕͓̭̻͍̱̯̭̮͍̝̭̣̲͎̫̣͙͕͕̓̓̋̎̓̀̆͝ ̸̡̡̝̙̼͍̹̯͔͍̩͈̫̼͎͖̙͚̾̓͛̓̏̐̀̈́̕̕s̴̗̖̩̤̟̞̬̺̠̩͎̟̭̺͔͚͇̊͊͑̋͛̑͌h̸̛̽̿̅̾͛̈̂­̹͇̞̙̻̽̈̄̈́̀̿͛͌̈̓̈́̐̈́̃̈́̽͘̕å̵̛̯̰͕̮̝̱̱̩̞͍̪̭̮̀̈̏́̃͑͐̅͗̀͛̂͆͑͒́̊̆͑̕̚̕͝r̶­̰̥̩̜̜͆̇̿͗̔̂̈́̃̚p̸͇̣̘͙̫̤̹̫͖͇̫͌̔̋̔́̈͋̇͑̓̈́̂̈́̈́̾̏́̇̈́̿͐͘͝͝ ̷̭̗͔̥͙̊͒͗ḇ̵̧̡̢̗̰̗̗͍̙̣̫̭̩͈͎̻̭̈̈͑̀̔͌̀̿̿͘͜͜͝͠l̵̛͓͈̻̯̣͔̯̩̓̈́͊̉̿̏̅̇a̴̿­̨̯̝̥̦͎̬͇̪̂̆͗͋͑̈͊͒͜͝ͅd̶͖̲̫̹̺͕͇̫̠̦̬̐͒̏̿̓ȩ̷̨̣̙͖̦̯͙̩͎̘͍̙͚̼̱͉̣̝̱͍͈̝̖͗­̣.̸͎͍̲͔̼̱̓̈́͂͆̉͑̏͋͋͜
̴̖̝͇̬͌̀͆̇̈́̒̊͂̉͌̌͝͝Ţ̶̹̠̟̖͚͈͕͓̆̏͋̓͆́͒̋͆̕͘͝h̵͒̒­̢̨̹͇̼̱̣̤̗͚̰̙̣̤͖̪̥̜̼́ą̴̛̛̙̺̗͇͕̥͇͙̥̖̗̘̰͊̋̌̿̀̾̊̂́͋̒̓͛̎͛̔͘̚͝t̸̍̐̄͋̎̕­̡̤̹͖̣̮̳͇̲̈́̅͜͝͝ ̸̢̙͖͇̣͓̲̥̪̪̪̮͉͇͋̒̐̀͛͆̚͘͠͠s̴̨̧̺̣̯͉̫̟̙̼̭̲̦̘͓͎̗̼͇̔͜ẗ̷͗̓̇̈̐͂̀͒̈͘̕͘͝͝­̨̛̝͍̩̩̗̻̙̘͓̝͕̩̩̼͚̋̓̽͐̄̔͊̈́͒į̷̧̛̤̳̪̙͓̫̪̫̼̦͔͈͔͚̺͗̎̈́̋̒̽̌̌̒͗̾̿̑́̅̚͜͝͝­͔̟͎̘͓̺͚ň̵̻̣͔͔̗̦̩͈̗̼͕̜̻̰͉̳̇͋̀͒̇̅̃͗͂̚͘͝͝g̶̛̛̱̘͕͑̒͒̃̉͗̀̓͗͒̽͆̓̌͛̇̑͘̚­̧̦͍̣̼̭͍͍̬̻̱̪̝̘̱͕̹ ̶̧͉̖͈̹̙̻̟̦̹͙̫̔̎͑͊́̄̀͑͗͜͝õ̵̡̨̩̠͇̩̫̤̲͙̤̑͗f̸̛̺͐̽͋̎̃̍̿́̌̊̈́̀̇͐̋͛̌̇͘͝͝­̡̭͖͈̰ ̶̢̨̨̨͓̳̙̜̲͈͈̬̱͇̟̬̩̳͖̱̙̰̌͋̀̅̂͐̾͌̎̋̈̃̈̓͊̾̀̿͘̕͜͝ͅm̷̢͇̙̠̱̝̟͔̓̀̂̒̀̈́̈́̄e­̵̗͖̭̝̳̻̯̝͍͖̩̟̼̪̦̘͆̇̒͊̑̈́̄̈́̅͌͐̓͆̊͑̉̆̉̓̇͝͠͝t̵͛͛͋̈͂̈́̒̔͑͆̄̉̾̇̂̿̽̀̊̑͋̚͠­͎̙̮̣̦̯͇͔a̶̙̰̔́́́͘l̴̨̧̢̧̮͇̺̹̳̟̖͈̣̙͙̞̬̬̲͇̯͖̇̽̓̐̚͜͜ ̴̡̨͓̠̝̥̠̯̭̞͙̻͍͖̼͙̮̗̰̯̙͇̓́͗̐̌͑̀̀͂͑͑̅͂̏̀̈̓̄͆̊͐̚͜͝͠c̷̈́́̄̑̉͛̑͌̑̓̓͗̉͘͝­̢̺̯̭͒̆͂̓r̶̢̰̳͚̣̽͒́̄̕̕͝a̶̖͓͇̋̐̐̑̓́͌̅̑́̈́͒̀͌̿͑̊͛́̚͝͝w̵̧͇͙͔̣̼̠͍͒͗̐̇̓̃­̞͚̩͈̲͍͕̜͎̳̘̞̲̱̥̱̙l̴̺̟̈́͐̏̂̀͒̓̏͠i̶͔̥͚̹̠͙̟͓͈͖̭͐̃̉͆̇̃̔̓́̈̃̀͆͛̈́̓̀̕̚͜͠͝­̮̩̦̩͙ͅn̴͕͉͉͖͕͚̙̤̻̐̄̈́̂̀̾̊̏̏̾̐̌̈́̉̉̋̾͜͠ͅģ̸̧͓̥̜̻͇͓͉̲̾̈́͐͊̈̋̇͂̋́̆́̑̈́̓́­̢̢̬̯̗̗̣͖͙ ̶̝͍͉̯̦̻͚̬̪̪͓̥̘̓͆̾͛̾̐̀̏̍̏́̽̚͜͝å̴̧͕̪̫̻̻͓̈́̾̈́͊̇̏̅̔̐͑̇͠͝c̴̐̈́͂̐̏̒̅̈́̑̊̍­̧̡̨͔̬̻͉̻̮̹͍͙̐̂̔̓̌́̕r̸̢̢̧̟͔̰͚͚̜͖̙͍̬̥̠̞̬͙̯̅͒̀̊̽̎̿̂o̵͍̯̦̾͒̉̀̿̒͌̾͛͌̎̏­̡̢̡̮͎s̷̮͕͌̃̃̊̋ͅs̴͖͗͗̾͆̈́͐͘̕͘͠͠͝ ̶̛̘̖̦͙̳̩̌̅͜͠͝ḿ̶̧̱̦̲̤̖̰͙̝͙̩̞̪̗͉͚̹̱̻͎̞̞̂͛͆̀̂͌̄̊̂́̐͒̎̋̀͂̈́̈́̚̕͠ͅỷ̴̅́­̬̜̬̲͈͓̠̫͓͙̼̭́̀͜ ̷͕̞͉͍̙̲͐̊̀͗͊͘͝s̴̢̨̱̲̮̩̠̺̫̟͕̱͔̦̻̯̟̬̲͍͕̀́̃̓͛̒͗̒̌̉́̓͜͝͝ḱ̴̛̊̐̍̈́̈́̋̈́͝͠­̧̡͔̬͇̱̖̹̪̯̝̲͎͇̼̦̰̟̗̠̤̤̭̜̪̫̄̆̈́͊̿̅̈́͑̆̿́͌̄̿̚͜ͅi̴̛͒͂̈͂̇̽͆̎͂͆̇̓̓̊̕̕͠͠͝­̧̠̮̱̻͇̮̱͖̻̝̤̝̮̬͍̩͉̹͚̠̫̥͎͓̮͎̾͒̒ņ̸̨̘̳̤͓̗̼̪̠͉̤̝̳̠͎̻̗̳͊̈̆̈́̇͗͋̂̈͂̎͜͜͠­̟̠̮̣̺̗̖.̸̨̙̠̰͕̫̥̪͔̗͔͉̯̖̫͎̦͔̰͖͓̩͇̯͈̥́̑̊̓͛͂̊̿̏̑̑̽̃̑̎̒̇̍̀̕̚̚͘͘̕͝͠ͅͅ
­̶̧̡̡̧̝͎̦̮̜̫̤͎̻̺̳̬̣͉̈̀͋̽̈́̅̈̂̊͑͆̈́́͆̃̒̀̔̅̔̿͜Ţ̷̡̼̱̪͓̳̭̦̗̺̺̠̮͉̈́̾͑̇̊̕ͅ­̡̘̮̳͈̫̟h̴̦̩̀̊̽̍̿̔̓̾͑͘͝͠͝͝ȩ̵̧̛̠̭̝̺̮͍͐̿̿̋̒̎͌͋̄͂͗̾̃̊͋̚͝͝͝͝ ̵̼͙̼̗̥̗̹̹̫͈̦̉̽̌̓̐̉͗̀̚͜ş̸̢͎̱̪̮̺̠̰̠̰͇̘̥̀̐̈́̿̈́͜m̵̛̅̓̔͂̏͋̾̑̐̓͂͆̔̌͋͐͘͠­̢̢͍̫̼͓̰̠̖̝̦̺͎̺͈͍̱̹̟̊̿̀͠a̴̧̨̧̧̛̺͖͎̣̭̘̙̝̖͙̺̪̙͓̥̣̥͐̇̈́̎̿̓̉̍̇̀͋̏̎͑́͐̕ͅ­̤̣̖̭l̸̼͙͓̤̜̪͈̦͚̜̇̒̂̍̋͂̈́̓́́͐̌̓̿̓̉̓͜ļ̵̹͓͙̱̻͖̥̹̮̞͂̈́͆̎̈́̔̓͌̕ ̴̛̼̫̹̟͇̬͇̰͎̰͉̠̤̮̒̀͗́̔̀̌̄̍̑̀̅͊̇̏͋͜͠b̷̛̲̘͕̆̈́́̐̊̈́͂̉͂͗̒̓̀̆̋́̆̋̈́̊̏̉̋͘͝­e̵̡͊̀̈͑̋͊̃́̊͒͋̿̽̈́͋́̽͆͋̂̚͝͠͠ą̸̧̡͉̭̗̙͖̣͈̩̳̳̥͈͎̀͑̿̔̏̊̌͌̅̽͆̇̊̿̋̕͘͘͝d­̸̢͓̙̟̇͝ ̴̡̢̢̛̭̖̜̻͔͇̥͎̪̹̭̤͔͇͕̦͎̰͚̪͊̅̑͛̈̄͋̍̍́͘̕͘͜͝͠ͅͅo̷̿̎̿͂͆̔̃̈̈́͋͛̅̈̿͑͒̚̚͝͠­̢̗̙̎̅͋̐̅͜͜͝ͅͅf̶̧̛̼͓̫͍̒͐̐̔͝ͅ ̸̧̨̝̰̩̻̠̩̳̗̣̩̹̯͚̰̻͔̖̩̯̻̺̍͒̊ͅͅr̴̢̼͚͍̖̝͇͙̬̦̣͚̗̯̓̒̏͒̓̈̔͑̀́̌̆͊̊̃́̅̚͜e­̷̢̧̡̢͎͓͉̲̲͔͔̗͇̯̟̫̻̣̳̳̹͕̱̳̀͋̽͐̃͆͊͋̄͝ͅͅḏ̴̛͓̘̹̫̇͐́̽̂͆́͛̄̆̀̎̾̃̈́̀̔̚͘͝­̦͉̮̝̪̮̜̰͚̫̪͙̣̫̟̬ͅ ̸̢͓̘̥̺̭̟̣͚̻͖̱̼̮̹͈̯̩͙͔͙̌̋͗̂̈́͑͒̒́̃̔̔̽̚ẗ̸̛̛̼̺̟̪̤̘͉̾̿͌͒̈́͐͑̃͝h̵̛̏̋́͂̔­̦̟̪̐͝͝͝ą̶̡̢̧̣̪͚̯͍͈̪̤͍̩͉̼̟͇̲̲̭̮͈̱̦͗̓̈̾͠t̴̡̮̖͙̫̗̻̣̥̰͍͎̪͋̒̇͊ͅ ̴̡͙̲̮͎̞̆͒͋̄̽͊̒̅̊͑̓̐̈́́͊̔̃̍̊͗̏̈̕̕̕ŕ̵̢̛̲̼̭̻̪̓͋͒̍̑̆̈͠͝ͅu̷͑͛̿̿̉̄͒̒̋͠͝­̨̧̤̤͔͚̳̱̯͎̘̲͕̭̣̰̞̙̩̖̞͇̻̙̭͌̈́̂̔̅̓̄͋́͗̀̈̏̈̚͜ͅń̶̨̧̢̨̨̢̨̝͖̹̜̥̻̩̤̞s̶̊͛­̨̨̨̥̤̟̭̤͍͇̫̼̻̙̦͇̝̣͈͙̙̜͚̘͒̍̈̈̐̑̌̒̈́͐̚͠͠ ̵̨̧̳̤̗͍̯̬̤̂̊̏̊̊̉͜͝͝d̸̨̢̛̥͈͉̗̣͙̟̱͈͇̜͕̎͑̂̊͒̾͒͛̃̈́̔͂̇̉̊̂́̀̚͝͝o̴͌̆̊̃̊̕­͚͕̻̘̩̰̺̹͉̖̝͓͔̗̦̠̠̮̤͕̹͎̬̣͙̫̒̑̈́̊̔̉̎̌̑̆̒̆͜ͅw̵̡̡̬͓̻̣͍̯̳̤̘͍̼̞̹͉̃̐͌̽̀͋ͅ­̬n̵̡̡̙͉͙̮̖̲̘̞̮͙͇͕̿̌̄̋̇͑̆̌̄͂͋͛͂̈̈́͋̎͗̿̃̽̍͘͘͜͝ ̵̛̲̆̈́̋̈́̋̇͒̈́̑̈͑̈̓͊̊̌̆͗̈́͛̑̿͊̚͝m̵̡̡̧̧̛͍͕͉̗̰̜̱̙̖͍̫̦̲̻͔͍͐͒̎̏͑̇̉̓́̉̓̽ͅy­̶̧͎̖̼͈͕̻́͊̾̒̎̐̍̈̿̎̌͋̈́͋̾͛̌̿͐̀̚͝͠ ̵̺̯̬̪͖͊̑̄̾́̕͠a̴̛̛͍͚̜̤̼̯͒̀̓̈́͋͂̍̔̓̽̈̽̍͛̓͌̃̅̚͘̚͘͝͝r̷̛̩͒͑̐̑̋͊̈́̈͒̕͜m̸̅­̧̧̗͕͙͇̦̙̭̙͇̪̬̱̩͖̦̺̠̫̥͂͋̉̈́͂͘͝͠ͅ.̶̠̠̥̣̦̯͉͖̙̼̝̥̦̌̇̇͗́̌̏̾͒̿̔̀̒̆̆́̕̕͝͠­͉
̵̨̢̟͎͚̩͚̟̻͚̺̠̜̩̼̱̩̩̙̜͇̖͈͊̌́̎̍̎̄S̸̢͙̜̣͍͓̬̳̱̿͌̋͒̄̌͑̈́̓͜͜ő̴̃̏̑̌͋͑͑­̢͓̤͓͍̑̆̚͠m̷̛̺̻̙̠͈̞͉̈́͒̓̑̂̉́͂̊̍̌͒̉̀̂̍̇̓̆̀͑̄͗̏͋ͅe̴͆͂̅͋̏̑͆̍̿̉́͌́̽͛̌͌́­̭̯̩̩͙̫͚̀̏̂͛͛̕͝ț̴̨̲̩͕̗̠̩̦͍̯̭̘̜̫̫̘̳͖̎̾̄̎͗̅̂̂̀͠i̴̡̦̬̺̊m̷̧̭̂̽͐͒͗̂̀̇̚­̳̠̹ę̴̜̱̬̠̗̬̖̲͔̞͎̭̪͌̾́̾́͘͠ͅͅş̷̖͖̺͊̑̑̓̓͋͂͗̃́̀̌͛͆́̐́̀̀͋͘͝͝,̵̋́͂̿͘͝­̗͖̮̝́̀́̐̋̋̈́̍̈͑̕ ̸̢̙̩̣̼̼̀́̀͋̓̄͐̆͒̑́͌̌̎͐Ĭ̴̯͇̼̪̬̯̈̈̓͐̈̇̾̃̐͐̄͑͌̽̚͜͠ͅ ̴̨̧͈̦̘̻̥̠̜̥̞̮̬̺̻͖̬̪̩̣͇̭̺̙̭͉̺̌̋́̍̓̅̽̑͂͐̽̊̎̇̀̄̅̅͛̋̕̚̕͜͝m̷͉̤̆̾͂̾̿̕͘͘­͚͎̠̰͖̼i̵̡͚̟͔͚͓͌̀̀̈́͆̓̄̅̃̉̅͛̎̋̌̓͘͘̕͝͠s̸̨͉̘͔͓̾̈̏̑̾̃͌̿͛̉̓̓̿̓̆̈͑͠͠s̵̎̍­̨̢͎̮̼̬̮̱̰͙̞͙̫̤̙͖̟̥̘̜ͅ ̵̩͕̽͌͛̂̂̈́͑̅̽̄͝i̶̧̡͚̳̲̫̯̼͇̯̞̮̻̬͓̻̩͈̼͇̮̺̼͒̃̈́̋̒̆͒̂̀͛̓̈́̋̓̂̒̄̀̈́̚͘͜͜͝͝­t̶̖̘͆̓͂̽́̈́̈̈́̐̅̕͝͝.̷̗͈̻̦̝̙͚̃̃̃̋̉͋̕͝͠͝
̵̀͊͐̄̈̔̉̒̏̀͐̊̿̀͑͋͋̒̾̈́̏̉̓̽͊̚͝­̨̢̖̮͙̮͖̱͇̫̗̭͈̤̭̫̳̙̫͙̬͙̻͗ͅT̴̢̢̡̞̻̲͇̙̣͈͖̻̐̋̏̓̇̊͂̉̌͛̈́̀̑̽̊̒̐̈͛̈́͋̚͠͝h­̵̢̨̯̩̭̦̮̞̳͓͙̩̪̺̗͉̳̓͒̃͂̈̉͊̿̑̓̊̑̂̾̀͒̈́͒̈́͊̑̈̑̀̾o̷̡̪͍͇̣̺̎̈͊̔͂̈̄̚̕̕ͅͅs̴­̢̨̨̡̢̨̤͚̩͖̟̗̻͎̖͔̦̖̲̯̗̋͑͆͛͛́̎́̎̈́͆̌̾̓̓͗̀̒̕̚͝ę̴̼͇̗̦̜͆ͅ ̷͉̱͖̦̱̝̗̠̞̫͉́͊̒̾̂͛͜l̶̛̤̜̞̠͓̠͕̦̬̖͔̩͇͖̖̱͋̎͒̓̆̋͊̀̇̌̑̇͐̍̎̓͑̉̍̔̐̈́̂̌̕͠͝­̫͕͙͕̟̪i̶̡̧̛̼̫̪̭̣̳̩͕̼̫̫͚͇͒̂̒̆̇̒̈͆̑̈́̔́͒́̑̔̀͋̒͗̉́͜͜͝͝ņ̶̧̢̢̛̙̝͔̪͓̈́̔̏­̬̥͕̮̳̬ę̵̡̧̛̥̫̹̹͙͇̖͚̝̪̟͖̜͇̞̥̼̬͕̂̈́͆̈́̉̃̽̃̍̿̎̄̍̇̓̈́͆̅͒̀̇̚͜s̴̾͐͑͌́̒̽͊­̨̧̧̢̫̮̤͖̻̞̖̱̹͉̥͍̹͈̬̍͒͆̑͜ͅ.̶̡̛͚͈͔͈̲̲̪̦̟͖̀͗̓̂̎̒͐͌̈́͑̽̈́͑́̓͌̔͛̔͒̊̆͂͝͝͝­̫̗̣
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
Some people believe we are alone in this universe.
I can't agree with that,
because every time I hold you in my arms,
I don't feel alone anymore.

I'm not going for someone
shiny, new and perfect.
I'm not into the fake people,
coated in makeup and covered in false-identities.
I've looked around, and the only things I want are:

1. You
2. See number one
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Hidden Glade Oct 2018
I’m not alright
Maybe it’s just tonight
The way my head is spinning
But I can’t help but know
That a part of me is missing

I’m not alright
And it’s not tonight
I can’t stand to admit I’m scared
To hold you in my arms again
Because you might slip away while
I sleep with my dæmons

I’m not alright
But only for a few more nights
Because I’ll finally see you
And you’ll be coming to see me,
Rather than talk me off a ledge

I’m not alright,
But only because I miss you again
And I know I love you again.

I’m not alright,
But I know you miss me again,
And I know you love me again.
So maybe I’m alright
And I just feel suddenly alone
I’m gonna see someone I haven’t seen in over a year.. I’m terrified but so, so excited, I can’t not write about it...
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
You and I
can't stop this
stupid attack upon
each other's poems
like a frostbitten
tongue lashing out
foolishly to the
cold.

You and I
can't leave the
past to be
the past because
then your burnt
lips would heal
and neither of
us like healing
because healing means
forgetting.

You and I
can't keep this
thing we have
going because when
I write about
the things I
did and do
I just can't
bring myself to
care about you
again because I'm
an inferno
and a simple
******* storm
be it rain
be it snow
be it love

Isn't going to
put out the inferno

But thanks for trying.
Hidden Glade Dec 2017
I hide behind these lines.
In my head.
On my arm.
Around my throat.

My life is full of lines.
Learning them.
Cutting them.
Writing them.
Hearing them.
Living them.
Breathing them.
Wanting them.
Needing them.

Cutting isn’t going to **** me.
One painkiller won’t either.
If one can’t **** me, two surely can’t either.
Two isn’t working anymore,
Better take another, and another, and another, and another. (another 4, get it?)
Soon the bottles are empty,
Just like me.

I don’t have enough will to **** myself.
And I hate that I reached out.
And I hate that my friends care.
And I hate that I’m on medication.
I hate myself.
Because I hate myself.

And I hate myself for typing my thoughts,
For someone, maybe to see.
I want to date someone, but don’t want someone to care about me before I go.

Look at all the lines I’ve already done.
They still aren’t enough.
I know I need to get better,
But **** it.



I’m finally happy. (I̶f̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶y̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶s̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶)
Hidden Glade Apr 2018
Pleasant catchwords offer.
Religious assertions affirm.
Occasional shouts whisper.
Moral assertions assert.
Idealistic illusions express joy.
Social obligations obligate.
Extraordinary assertions affirm.
Subtle compromises imperil.
Hidden Glade Oct 2018
While a chance to change
can bring about a new fantasy,
it may awaken you to a new nightmare.

Once I was happy.
I had everything I thought I needed,
but it grew into a weapon hurting me,
this;
I know.

The life I led wasn't worth my time
I hid behind the lies everyone believed
and rolled my sleeves down to hide the lines
running down my arms, making little streets
I would walk in my spare time.

...
One street, I think it's more of a road
leading past a house, never really a home
sitting pretty in a field of regrets and memories
knowing that however many times I pass my past
nothing will change and there will always be
knots I can't untie anymore

Another street, houses more of my heart than my own chest
A simple room decorated with meaningless sketches
that meant worlds to just two people
but they're gone now
faded into nothing
discarded

A boulevard of regrets snakes up my arm
branching into other avenues, each with a little more decoration
but beyond that
lays something you can't quite see
...

I've walked these roads for hours at a time, simply waiting
hoping that I could be looking at more than a memory.
The past can't be changed
The knots won't' disappear
The pages won't re-appear
My regrets won't leave me

But even if all of this is true (and I know that it is)
I couldn't believe my eyes
when I looked into yours
and saw a second chance.
Hidden Glade Aug 2018
I drove past my house last night
Just to see what it’d be like

Pass by those walls that held me
Past that place that built me up
And tore me down

Going 55 past the place we had our firsts
First real heartbreak
First Cut
First panic attack
First love

I’m not afraid of leaving
I’m more afraid of coming back
And only thinking about
Home
Hidden Glade Apr 2018
See the thing is
roses had thorns.
so
i did what I do best.
I jumped in,
got cut up,
and burned that rose bush alive.
Hidden Glade Feb 2019
Take a moment, and relax your shoulders.
Now take a slow breath.

You've made it this far.
I don't know what might be happening
with your busy life;
but you made it this far.

That means something, friend.
The past may shape us but the
Present; is exactly that.

Now make sure your shoulders are still relaxed.
Stay relaxed
Hidden Glade Mar 2018
A lonesome tree stands bare
Branches scratching the sky in joy
Strong against the storm raging
Thunder and lighting raining down
But not forever will the tree stand

The wind will howl
Branches will snap
The tree will hurt
The lightning will strike
The bark ignite
The tree will burn

We
We are that tree
All alone in the storm
Our busy lives
Our regretful choices
Our darkest memories
We will break
We will burn
We will hurt


But what we must do after that hurt
Is reach out
And scrape our sky again.
I want to find my sky. I don't know where it is, but I'll find it some way. Feel free to shoot me a message if you want to know more about who I am/where I'm going
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
But we both know that, don't we?

Im sorry if I speak too fast

̶b̶u̶t̶i̶j̶u̶s̶t̶n̶e̶e̶d̶t̶o̶t̶e̶l̶l̶y̶o̶u̶t̶h̶a̶t̶i̶m̶(̶n̶o̶t̶)̶­a̶l̶r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶b̶u̶t̶t̶h̶a̶t̶s̶n̶o̶t̶n̶e̶w̶s̶o̶i̶g̶u̶e̶s̶s̶i̶l̶l̶h­̶i̶d̶e̶i̶n̶t̶h̶e̶s̶e̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶l̶i̶k̶e̶m̶y̶h̶u̶­r̶t̶o̶r̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶l̶i̶k̶e̶m̶y̶s̶o̶r̶r̶o̶w̶s̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e­̶ ̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶a̶r̶e̶t̶h̶e̶o̶n̶l̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶i̶s̶e̶e̶m̶t̶o̶u̶s̶e̶t̶o̶­g̶e̶t̶o̶v̶e̶r̶a̶n̶y̶o̶n̶e̶w̶i̶t̶h̶a̶n̶d̶i̶w̶i̶s̶h̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶a̶b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶w̶a̶y̶a̶n̶d̶i̶k̶n̶o̶w̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶i̶s̶b̶u̶t̶i̶­c̶a̶n̶t̶b̶r̶i̶n̶g̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶k̶t̶o̶a̶n̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶m̶y̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶t̶h̶e̶y̶l̶l̶t̶r̶­y̶a̶n̶d̶h̶e̶l̶p̶m̶e̶b̶u̶t̶i̶c̶a̶n̶t̶h̶a̶v̶e̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶t̶h̶e̶n̶t̶h̶e̶y̶c̶a̶r̶e̶a̶n̶d̶n̶o̶o̶n̶e̶c̶a̶r̶e̶s̶­a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶m̶e̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶i̶m̶m̶e̶
̶

That's all I need to say, I think.
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
sometimes the things we say
mimic the things we do
i know that I
lie too much and
everything just seems to

wash away when you're around
only when I miss you does
nothing makes sense
to me

you're
over but you're still
underwater
Hidden Glade Jan 2019
You didn't do anything wrong.
He did. He started everything.
It's his fault...
Please answer me love.
I love you...
<3
Breakup heartbreak love faithful confused scared worried
Hidden Glade Feb 2019
Just sledding.
Nothing 'special'
except the smile on your face;
enchanting.
Honestly my favorite memory of high school (maybe ever) is sledding with my girlfriend. It was an amazing day.
Hidden Glade Apr 2018
What
you expected something
poetic?


Well ****.




Sorry to disappoint you.
Just like everyone else I guess?
Hidden Glade May 2018
Longing
Sorrow
Forgiveness
Memories
Regret
Renewal
Momentum
Joy
C­alm
Peace
The Bare-bones structure of a long poem I'm working on
Keep on the lookout for updates
Hidden Glade Dec 2017
I LIKE HER
Tear it off.

     I LIKE YOU
     Tear it off.

          I LOVE YOU
          Tear it off.

               I LIED
               Tear it off.

                    I'M SORRY
                    Tear it off.

                         I like her.
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
Something I do know
written on every face
is that I don't know what I feel
so that's why
you telling me

to figure myself out
to decide who I actually love
to tell people that I can't say you too
to explain how I feel
to stop being what I feel
to stop being confused

Really ****** Me Off
Hidden Glade Aug 2018
Think about love
Not like a feeling
But like a call
A longing

Switchboard hearts
Take one call and then another
Just switching
Never staying

I feel like sometimes
I have a switchboard heart
And I’m scared to say that
Because no one wants someone
Who doesn’t know what they want
-L
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
We're both broken.
But you know what people don't understand?
We're broken together,
and honestly?
I'd rather be broken with you,
then alright without you.

Because if you're down,
or scared,
or broken,
or tired,
or broken...

I'll be there with a roll of tape and some hot glue,
If that means I get to stay with you.
Hidden Glade Aug 2018
That isn’t all
It can’t be
Hidden Glade Dec 2017
I see your troubles
and I watch you fall
I hold my breath and dive again
sinking into the frigid depths
Just so you can see the light
and hope to God that you’ll be okay.
You’re my everything, my one and only,
So please don’t leave me, it’ll only make me go with you

So I’ll break for you, if you can stay together for me,
Cause without your beating heart near mine, I can’t seem to breathe,
I’ll hold you in the moonlight, as the waves lap at the shores,
Slowly dragging us down, as we hold our breath again.
Hidden Glade Apr 2019
Burdening weight slung across
a frame

Once-full corpses
now lay empty;
and hungry.

Often they make their way,
their way to the table-
but naught is moved,
other than tired eyes.

the living worry
while the dead thrive on neglect.
pushing their way out of shallow graves
only to balance [carefully] on the edge

when they fell;
the dead;
caught in a spider-s nest
cocooned withering and safe.
Hidden Glade Dec 2018
I know its silly,
to say I'll see you in my dreams
but it's the truth;
I haven't held you in forever,
but my dreams bring me closer.

Nights spent thinking about you
all the wonderful things you make me feel...
Love. Safe. Joy. Hope. Wanted.
I love you.

Soon my love,
we'll share the space between our arms
singing those songs we've shared for so long.

you'll say you can't sing
but when you do I get lost
lost from my problems,
lost from my pain,
lost from my worries.
and then I get lost in you.

So bring on the night
that brings me to you.
<3
***Written listening to "Bring Me the Night" by Sam Tsul feat. Kina Grannis***
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
I hid
behind my lines
for a year and a half.
But no longer.

I'm sorry it took me so long,
to become a better man.
I know even with my flaws,
you chose me over anyone else.

I know there will be days
where the world comes crashing down;
When the light we chase seems to slip away.
But we have too many dreams to stop chasing that light.
I know there's at least 2 worth staying for.

I'm happy that I can say You're enough,
Even though you don't agree with me all the time.
I've got something else to tell you by the way.
"When I think of forever, it's you here with me"

and as Always
I miss you love.
The sound of your voice,
the best hugs in the world...
Everything;
I love you.
Hidden Glade Mar 2018
Music's so **** loud I can't hear myself think.

Guess that's why I like loud music.
Hidden Glade Jan 2019
Why the hell am I still alive?
If you had to ask me?
I'd say I'm not suicidal.
I just think most would be better without me
I'm sad.
I just guess that I'm around because I can't leave yet.
I promised you.
I'm clean, haven't cut for months.
I'm sad.
I feel lonely.
I'm sad.
Can't cry
I'm sad, and I miss you.
Can't cry
I've got dreams to chase.
Can't cry
I wish I could hold you;
so my world could slow
because I feel like it's spinning out of control.
Hidden Glade Jan 2019
Waking up,
810 miles away from your warmth.
Missing the tired grumbles you always make
saying it's too **** cold
or sometimes
just moving closer to me.

To say I miss you is a gross understatement
to say I love you just isn't enough.

My small bed feels much too large,
The weight behind my eyes feels massive;
The spaces between my fingers are empty love,
Please come fix these problems...
And let me try to fix yours.

I know that I'm not the best boyfriend,
I understand that you disagree.
But I want to say something I knew
I'd say again...
I miss you.
I miss your smile,
brightening my day when you're laughing at or with me.
I miss your hugs,
and how we never want to let go...
I miss singing with you,
especially when we duet.
Just you
and me
and nothing else.

What I'm trying to say,
with far too many works,
with far too many words,
[which I still think isn't enough]

Is that I think I wanna make you
but you'd be making me
the happiest person on Earth?

Cause that's my plan.
<3
Trying to express myself I suppose.
Hidden Glade Oct 2018
I told myself  I should take some time to figure myself out

What I don’t really understand is that I thought that meant without you
Hidden Glade Apr 2018
Sometimes, words are never enough
Sometimes, silence is too much
Sometimes, emotions aren't right
Sometimes, love isn't really there

You know this.
I know this.
I'm sorry for reminding you.
I'm sorry for trying to change.

I can't change who I was
but neither can anyone



So you can change everything about you
so I can change everything about me

but nothing will change
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
I need you to read this

because maybe you'll understand this ins't a poem
but a soft and quiet goodbye
Hidden Glade May 2019
FIRST NAME LAST NAME

I just wanted to say I.
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for you to ever listen to these.

I didn't mean to let go of the edge.
I didn't think I'd actually go through with it.
But here we are, and that only means one thing.
I finished it.

It's hard to find these words to say,
Without sounding cheesy or stupid.
All I know is that I'm not a burden anymore.

Is Dec 12th. About 12:30 or so.
I could've called you instead.
I could've- I could've-

I could've done it.
Hidden Glade Oct 2018
Darkness.
All I remember is that it’s dark outside, and she’s laying next to me saying she loves me.
And that’s all I need.

Light pours though a filtering curtain
All I remember is waking up by her side,
And that’s all I need.
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
Two lines, visible on your right arm;
I kiss them every time I see you.

Not much else can be said about
two little lines, but I need to say more.

Two tiny lines that'll scar and fade away
leaving only a memory of why you

ripped open your arm because you felt
completely and utterly alone

because your own brother couldn't
do anything.

or say anything.
or stop you.

Even when he saw you create
those two bleeding lines.
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
I * you
I * you
I * you
I * you
I * you
I * you
I'm * with you
I * you
All my thoughts turn to you, don't they?
Hidden Glade May 2018
What happens when we die?

DO WE DIE
or do we live?
ARE WE GONE
or getting where we're going?
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
I tried to tell you.
You didn't listen.
I TRIED TO TELL YOU!
But you couldn't see past my facade
that I crafted
my mask I wore
that'd slip and show my broken heart
because I know that people crush on me
and I know people want to call me thiers
and they see(saw?) me with a broken heart
and they'll try to get close to me

and I'll let them
and I'll show them
and I'll tell them
and I'll show them
and I'll break them
and I'll show them
Hidden Glade Aug 2018
We stood on the edge of that
shiny blade and we laughed.

slipping we laughed
cutting we laughed

but soon after our crimson tears dried
we cried

I realized what I had done
when I saw the look in your eyes

you jumped for the last time
and when you didn't get back up

I just walked away
Hidden Glade Aug 2018
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Hidden Glade Sep 2020
What happens
when I'm not
worthy of this love
we share?

Does that spell
doom and
disarray for our
duo?

Or does it
only mean I've
overlooked all the
obvious things?
Bruh I don't even know anymore.

Don't take this to serious ****.
Hidden Glade Aug 2018
I don't hate her
but I don't love her.

I don't know why I stay with her.
I talk to other people, and so does she.

It feel like she wants more than I can give her
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