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Brave Wilson Feb 2023
Sometimes I say hallo to people…
and nobody says hallo back.
Sometimes I smile for people...
and see no one smiling back...

Sometimes I post romantically,
Sometimes I post humorously,
Sometimes I post religiously
Yet, nobody ever responds… Ironically,

Sometimes I write letters to one of my mutuals,
Talking about us, how wrong we went,
How sad we felt, how much joy we shared,
How we promised each other’s future.

Sometimes I make a bond fire from those letters,
Sometimes I hug those very flames to remember the warmth I once felt from her embrace.

Sometimes I look at my burn marks,
And I realize, she was just a flame that embraced me,
and left some scars so I would remember her…. Sometimes…
Brave Wilson Jan 2021
Don't you think it's funny
How it seems everything
wears out overtime
Well, with a single exception...

The blade we use
to cut our wrists
Don't ever really wear out,
do they?

They might dull
with continued use
but I assure you they never wear out...

Like the blades I once owned
and left in the closet
for ages, it seemed
swearing
never again, never again, and never again
and yet here I lay
with blades in my hand
blood on my wrist
and wounds on my flesh
as fresh the blades
that I hold in my hand...
Brave Wilson Jan 2021
Hi there, to my dearest anxiety...
I have a small request,
If you'll but hear me out,
I'd be ever so grateful...

You see when I awake, that itching feeling I get, yeah the one that makes me feel like the world is resting lethargically on my shoulders...
Yes! That same feeling that keeps me in bed 2hours after I've awoken contemplating whether this is finally the day my legs give in and break beneath the weight of it all...

Yeah, could you not do that today?

Also, if it's not too much to ask...
When I do finally get out of bed after hours of yeses said to empty maybes...
You know how when I have a happy thought you somehow find a way to show me just how impossible my happiness is by showing me every time I've been strung along by my pursuit for happiness only to be abandoned when I've been used for my worth...

Yeah, could you also not do that Today...

I know, I know, your probably thinking...

But why today?

What's so special about today?

Well, seeing as you asked...

Today, I woke up feeling worse than You've ever made me feel.
My knees are weak already and I haven't even stood up for the day...

So if you were to tempt me to play,
With a rope, a blade, or the pills that on my table lay...
I don't think I could resist going all the way...
I don't think I'd choose to live another day...

But!, and I can't believe I'm saying this...


I sure would miss you, my dearest anxiety. 🖤...
- An open letter to my Anxiety
Brave Wilson Jan 2021
I will run to the river
I will reach for the well
Drown my sorrows in someone
And I hope I leave this hell

I can't live for forgiveness
I can't live with the lie
I won't be what you wanted

No!

I won't be what you'd like

Yeah, it's written in the water

Yeah, it's everywhere I go

Tellin' me that I should leave you like you did so long ago

I'd be fine if I met you
And you'd still have had to roam

Give me one kiss for the road,
Now it's time I let you go.

Yeah, it's written in the water

Yeah, it's everywhere I go

Tellin' me that I should leave you like you did so long ago

I'd be fine if I met you
Even if it wasn't the same as before. 😔
" Just a song I felt resonated with me "
Brave Wilson Jun 2020
You say she's cold, but what does that mean?

Is she as cold as the breeze rubbing against your skin making you regret not putting on that hoody you detest.

Or is she the cold found on the other side of your pillow on a hot summers night.

You see, sometimes you need someone "cold" in your life when your just too damaged to handle the warmth that comes with real love...
- Sometimes we 're not ready for "Good"
Brave Wilson Jun 2020
Have the laughs I've given you
finally reached their date of expiration?
Have the nights we spent in each other's arms
seeped to the part of your mind labeled as forgotten?
Have the times I spent by your side
begun to ring a tone so disturbing you've tuned them out as a static?
Has the strength I've given you to fight
those that belittled your existence,
finally become a wisdom that's taught how to stand on your own?
Has that strength you now hold by my grace
become a burden that makes you hate me
out of a missguided fear of being indebted to me?
Has the fear in you corrupted your sight,
nurturing your love for me into this hatred I see in your eyes?
Has it been long enough for my love to become your grief ?
- This rings close  to my heart as my nature has often been seen as a kindness thats cruel in the sense that it make those i love feel like they do not deserve such love.
Brave Wilson Jun 2020
She was the fool
Who danced so wildly
to tunes that were played
by the man of sociaties,
who pray on her love,
and borrowed insecurities,
but returning them soon.
leaving her lost and in pain,
And filled with regrets,
of the gift she had traded
for a single nights pleasure
with men who had wive's
and girls that were bored.
Till she was left all alone
with a burden on her soul,
Desires in her heart,
but damaged beyond that wich one could repair.
-bi sexuality makes twice the curse of a womans insecurities.
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