i keep going back,
and it hurts.
I was getting to the shore. Then you came back and tried to drown me. again.
But darling ,
Now I know how to swim.
to you I opened up like have never before only to betrayed
©Pen_Pain_Poetry
I wish.
“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”
— maryam hasnaa
“you’re not ruined,
you just feel ruined;
and it’s hard to tell the difference.
they both feel the same.”
"poeticide".
the agony of being a poet
is not actually found
in being unable to write;
it's worse. my downfall is choosing to relive the pain
with every word, emotions inexpressible;
i try to exclaim: desperately
crying for help, in verse,
doomed to repeat
the cycle
until nobody is left
to witness me.
"poeticide."
d.b.a
note: i have no foolish intentions and cherish life, as well as my place within it. the emotions i feel and express are very real, but be at ease - everything will be okay, for myself and you, the reader.
do i wanna add a tag?
NO BITCH
I DON'T
"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee
you keep burning me.
Slowly. But surely.