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cocaineorchids · 3 months

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I woke up today with an ache in my soul. A reminder of the things you planted in my brain and left deep-rooted to overgrow like a wildfire. Time is the only healer of a broken heart but what do they say for those with broken souls? What about those of us who aren’t necessarily heart-broken, but in a constant loop, replaying the mistakes of the ghosts of our pasts, who’ve left deep scars in the most beautiful parts of ourselves. What do we have to say for those of us who are so sure that we’ve rid ourselves of the lingering aches left by those who took a knife to our hearts, only to wake up one day and feel as if we’re reliving it all over again. How is it that when all is said and done, those who’ve left us with a distorted self-image and a life time of questions, are the ones who walk away unscathed. I suppose my point is, how am i okay when i’m not okay at all.

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bxbybubble-jpeg · 1 year

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relive-the-nightmare · 1 year

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Hotel Books//Wooden Floorboards

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suqqubus · 7 months

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#pinkcore #traumacore #trauma thoughts #ventcore #vent art #scream poem #scream poetry #pink and red #pink text #sadcore

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somewhereinthemisora · 2 months

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V.

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poetrylovebitch · 9 months

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The anger scares me but it’s the only time I don’t care if they leave. You wanna hurt me, leave? Look I can do it better.

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ithoughtbeethovendied · 7 months

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not fair

Oh

I don’t know when I fell in love with you. I didn’t know that I was capable of loving you. I mean how many many times have you heard about the girl who fell in love with her girl best friend and not platonically? I didn’t realise it then though, I thought it was affection.

Little did I know.

And now we don’t talk. And even if we did…….

I don’t know what I would say.

This isn’t a movie in which everything works out In the end. This isn’t some story in which the girl kisses the one she loves. This isn’t a poem that would cry all night for someone to be mine.

Oh how much I loved her.

How much had I wanted to caress her face, look into her eyes and admire her smiles?

Do I text you? Is that what I should do? WHAT SHOULD I DO when I miss you every night and my pillow catches your tears? What would you do?

Would you have called me if none of these things had happened? Would you have sat beside me that night and watched me cry? Would you have gently wiped my cheek and let your hand stay there just a bit too long? Would you have closed the gap? Would you have been there?

The truth is………. I don’t know.

I don’t even know if you loved me and whether you regret it.

I tell people I don’t hate you but I don’t see the point to not to. I miss you and I don’t like this feeling.

This feeling of my stomach dropping anytime anyone mentions you. This feeling of my head spinning at the thought of you. This feeling of me dying inside. Just because I don’t know you.

What did I ever do?

Or what the fuck was it that I didn’t.

My heart still beats but its empty chambers require fresh blood to give in.

And I don’t know who to trust anymore to pump it.

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self-titled-poet · 6 months

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I often picture the girl

Who is only (just) 18

In dark eye make up

And shoes that hurt her feet,

Because that’s what

Grown ups wear,

In a pub drinking

Glasses of things

Only adults are allowed to drink

Surrounded by people

All (at least) double her age

And the man at the centre

His hand resting on her thigh

As he jokes about her

Thinking she cannot hear

How his friends make

Envied comments about

What it must be like

To fuck someone so naive

So inexperienced

Someone so fresh and tight

How she leaves

To go outside and put

A stick between her teeth

That chokes her

All because she wants

To know addiction

To learn why he loves this

But cannot love her

I often think of this girl

And how those cigarettes

Were so loosely rolled

Yet she would spend hours

Hanging out of

Her parents window

Swirling white rum in a glass

Puffing smoke into the sky

Practising making tubes of paper

Stuffed with dry

Sweet smelling grass

All the while

Watching the stars twinkle

She had no hobbies

No interests

Only him, and those parts

Of him she could pour

Deep into herself

To fill the nothingness he gave her

Something inside her

Drowned

Or burned

Or he suffocated out

Because not even a shred

Of the girl at 18

Existed beyond those days

I think she still wonders

Those places

Like a ghost trying to find

The things she lost

The things he tore away

The things he no longer remembers

But I do

I think about the girl

So freshly 18

Lost in the man

That had a habit of plucking souls

And shoving them carelessly

Into his denim pockets

Letting them roll around

Next to his lighter

The fully formed man

Who’s comments stay fresh

Haunting the places

They went together

As if it were yesterday

And not seven years ago

The girl who does all she can

To not be deceived by love

The way she was

But forgives herself for being

No older than a child

Who is trying still

To piece together hobbies

To learn to only wear flat shoes

And to be youthful

With colourful makeup

I mourn the loss of a girl

Who had so much potential

But i suppose only those girls

Are worth being ripped open

—k.l

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hakuna-my-ass · 1 year

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Hide me in Tokyo, I’ll keep all your secrets

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logolepsyie · 1 year

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rosé by the ocean - In Her Own Words

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cocaineorchids · 3 months

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when you told me how she felt about you, your lips dripping with all the reassurance of yours for me, it didn’t cross your mind that it’d be a thought i’d go back to like a bad habit. with all of the trust i have in me to give to you, i am not overflowing with it. when you told me, my walls shifted a little and where the trust was seeping out faster than i could catch it, it was no longer unable to be contained. friend. that six letter word i catch myself getting stuck on like gum on the bottom of my shoe. and who am i to not believe in you, although please forgive that i can’t. call it what you will, but this is caution in all it’s bloody glory. i am nothing if not prepared for the battle of my own emotional turmoil. you see i am unequivocally, irrevocably in love with you, but when you told me that, and please understand that all i could see is that same feeling radiating within her

it’s not fair i know, but if the turned tables turned, would your humanity show too? i ask as if i don’t know the answer is that you’d understand in a way i could never fathom. a part of me though, the most selfish part of me wishes it’d pierce through you too. a thought you can’t shake. one that makes you question things to your core. yet i know this is what i’d call wishful thinking and when it comes to this page in the book, i know we’ll never quite be on the same one

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extraawords · 2 years

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apoeticbecoming · 11 months

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From my new book “learning how to breathe again” - check it out in my bio link!

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suqqubus · 7 months

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everything means nothing to me - elliott smith

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somewhereinthemisora · 2 months

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#poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #scream poetry #him #original poem #scream poem #poems and quotes #scream poems #heartbreak #poetry

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poetrylovebitch · 9 months

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I just want someone to miss me the way I miss them. Fuck I hurt. I want to sleep but all I can see is your face and you’re talking to other girls and I’m just stuck. Again. Alone. Again. Why can’t you miss me? When did you stop loving me? Did you ever love me? Do you miss my body? Why wasn’t I enough. How often does my name run across your mind? How often do your hands run across another girls body? Do you feel any remorse when you flirt with another? Do you drink to forget my name? I drink to forget yours but only find your love at the bottom of the bottle. Will you wait for me? Put your lust to the side and come back to me. Did you ever love me the way I loved you?

#spoken poetry #poem #spilled ink #scream poem #spoken thoughts #me #actually bpd #bpd #mine #personal #2 am ramblings #2 am thoughts #drunk ramblings

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