Tag: words
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[firewall]
she showed upwhen i couldn’t stop shaking. didn’t say much.didn’t have to. just looked at the wreckageand started walking through itlike it was hers to carry. i don’t remember calling her—the text messagecovered in tearsnever hit send. but she came like she’d been waiting—like she already knewwhen it was time to take over. she didn’t…
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[the girl with snakes in her hair]
they called me a monsterbefore they ever called me a girl. before the breaking.before the silence turned sharp.before survival made a weapon out of me. they saw the curseand never askedwhere it came from. no one caredthat i was beautiful once.or soft.or sacred. they only caredwhen i stopped being easy to touch. so i stopped…
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[unraveling]
it didn’t happen all at once.losing your grip rarely does.it’s not one moment—it’s hundreds.small fractures. tiny rewrites.she stepped into a story that wasn’t hers to finish,picked up promises still warm from my hands. the first time i noticed, it was…the subtle backtracking.Denials slipped in like casual conversation.“oh, i never said that,”even though i remembered the…
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[counterfeit]
The shield he raised for youwas hammered from the promises he broke to me,tempered in the heat of his lies,etched from the splinters of my heart. You felt safe behind it—I felt the blade on the other side. Your comfort was carvedfrom my betrayal,your protection forgedfrom the wreckage of everything he swore to me. Call…
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[the one]
I was the one,but not in the wayyou thought I’d be.You called me “the one,”but it wasn’t the kind of loveyou wrote aboutin your story.It wasn’t a fairy tale,no happy endingin sight. I stood there,with the light of your promisesshining in my eyes,believing I was the answerto your questions.But somewhere along the way,you slipped out…
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[drive]
I remember driving to your parents’ house like it meant something. Like I was being invited in, not just to your home but to your life. Windows down, the smell of summer climbing into the car like it had permission. You reached for my hand somewhere around First Ave and I remember thinking: God, maybe…
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[july 9th]
I didn’t know that message would be the last. Just one more silence in a string of almosts. No explanation. No goodbye. Just the quiet click of you choosing not to answer— and me, still hoping for a reply I knew wouldn’t come. No note. No apology. Just an echo of everything I thought was…
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[i ask myself]
I’ve turned over every stone,counted every crack in the walls of memory—still no answer. I’ve read the words until they blurred,marked the places they lied,where I begged for truth and found silence instead. But the question stays.It hums beneath my skin,it drips through the cracks of every sleepless night: Why? Why did they choose ruin…
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[unsaid]
I remember the shake in my hands,a tremor not of cold, but of something else—the flash of a face I’d buriedbeneath a thousand what-ifs. He walks through the door,and my body knows him,before my mind catches up.A heartbeat too fast,a voice too familiar—it’s not him I’m afraid ofbut the space he left inside me. I…
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[the wake]
Years Lost in His Wake I lost pieces of myself and never noticed until they were gone. How do you know you’re losing yourself when it happens slow? Like drowning in a glass of water— you never see it coming. I kept waiting for him to see me. But I was invisible the whole time.…
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