you’re the sunrise,After a shadowed abyssBut im lightningThat slashes moonless darkYou’re too pure for my chaosI’ve lived to long survivingI forgot what elatedness meantYou move like love isn’t fragileAnd my hands tremble with fearOf breaking this impossible perfectionI’m scared of thisI’m scared of myselfCuz this feels like heavenAnd I haven’t learntHow not to destroy heavenDo […]
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Hope visits like a debt collector,I can’t refuse to payBut hearts are built w doors not rootsAnd my fav lie is “ I will stay”As bad as I want to cry it outMy heart js somehow forgot to shoutI wish the sky borrows my painAnd lets it fall as the evening rainchew my screamsBefore they’d
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You drink my love from my soulAnd complain I feel too much?My veins drip love,So much that it drowns meIn the flood of my own painCuz I’ve given so muchThat I forget where I endAnd where they beginI’ve poured in oceansInto people who wouldn’tHand me a glass of waterI wish karma was realBut it’s quite
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There are lights outside my homeYet it’s dim inside my heartDecember flipped my life’s switchOnto the most terrific partLike someone blew the last candleIn my ribcageMarking all my woundsWith red ink onto my favourite pageI’ve tried to hide my lonelinessUnder reels and matching outfitsBut it leaks, and I drown in my own messLeaks Faster than
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I was 13, when I watched“ always” turn into “ almost”I was 14, when I realisedForever is a jokeI was 15, overthinking Bout things ,That never really happenedI was 16, Searching for woundsthat weren’t mineI was 17, when I apologisedFor simply existingI am 18, when I drown in guiltJust for the way I loveI don’t
What an irony it isTo be a roseadored by the crowdAnd yet cry for the oneWho walks past youAs if you’re js a thornHe calls the stars in my eyes ordinaryAnd what even is beauty?If the one I crave forIs blind to itBut how do I bend someone’s eyesTo see something they refuse toBut I’ve
100 doubts, 100 drafts, wondered if my words were ever good enough. words have always been my safe place when the world felt a little too heavy. i am beyond thrilled to share with you all that my first book is finally out ,from scribbling unfinished poems on my notebook pages to holding my first
The empires I built from wordsShattered before the dawnOh but we’re poetsWe can only smilewith a thread tucked into our lipsHolding those million storms behindHappiness is an illusionOut of our reachWe breathe with ink in our veinsOur pain is never OUR painIt’s a borrowed currencyFrom the people who leftAnd every word we write is a
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