Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
Threadbare
I wear you like a second skin,
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
#addiction
#dark
#depression
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
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Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
Threadbare
I wear you like a second skin,
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
#addiction
#dark
#depression
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
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Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
Threadbare
I wear you like a second skin,
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
#addiction
#dark
#depression
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
24 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
Threadbare
I wear you like a second skin,
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
#addiction
#dark
#depression
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
24 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
Threadbare
I wear you like a second skin,
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
A wound that whispers from within.
You move in shadows, cold and deep,
An ache that steals what I can keep.
Your name is written on my bones,
A curse I carry, not my own.
And I can feel you pulling tighter,
A threadbare soul, a fading fighter.
Unravel me—
Let me come undone.
Leave me hollow,
Underneath your sun.
This fragile thread,
Frays with every breath.
Unravel me—
I'll be yours in death.
Your silence drowns the light of day,
A void where promises decay. ...
#addiction
#dark
#depression
#heartbroken
#MentalHealth
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
"Don't need to mention the names....."
But ever notice those famous singers that been around forever.
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
#anger
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#heartbroken
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
"Don't need to mention the names....."
But ever notice those famous singers that been around forever.
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
#anger
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#heartbroken
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
"Don't need to mention the names....."
But ever notice those famous singers that been around forever.
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
#anger
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#heartbroken
42 reads
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
"Don't need to mention the names....."
But ever notice those famous singers that been around forever.
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
#anger
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#heartbroken
42 reads
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TheVORTEXRETURNS
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
7th Jan 2025 1:12am
"Don't need to mention the names....."
But ever notice those famous singers that been around forever.
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
They have been there since you were young and were maybe
forced to listen to them by an older sibling.
You have listened to them so long they seep into your head
and take root. So now when they are played on the old time
radio.. You enjoy the old tunes. Though you faintly seem
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it.
Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...
#anger
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#heartbroken
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buckaduck
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:22am
24th Dec 2024 4:22am
Washing Machines
I saw you, in secret.
In my head we are in glad rags,
And holding hands.
The green on the knees of your skinny jeans,
Faded in the washing machine,
Me from your memory.
I cut down our oak tree by the bayou.
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car,
So I fed it to the river.
I’m stuck in that afternoon,
When I yelled out goodbye,
But you were too far to hear me.
I’m the same now, but,
I burn my stained clothes now,
Because I'm fucking terrified-
Of washing machines.
In my head we are in glad rags,
And holding hands.
The green on the knees of your skinny jeans,
Faded in the washing machine,
Me from your memory.
I cut down our oak tree by the bayou.
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car,
So I fed it to the river.
I’m stuck in that afternoon,
When I yelled out goodbye,
But you were too far to hear me.
I’m the same now, but,
I burn my stained clothes now,
Because I'm fucking terrified-
Of washing machines.
#anger
#grief
#heartbroken #love
#heartbroken #love
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1 Comment
buckaduck
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 4:22am
24th Dec 2024 4:22am
Washing Machines
I saw you, in secret.
In my head we are in glad rags,
And holding hands.
The green on the knees of your skinny jeans,
Faded in the washing machine,
Me from your memory.
I cut down our oak tree by the bayou.
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car,
So I fed it to the river.
I’m stuck in that afternoon,
When I yelled out goodbye,
But you were too far to hear me.
I’m the same now, but,
I burn my stained clothes now,
Because I'm fucking terrified-
Of washing machines.
In my head we are in glad rags,
And holding hands.
The green on the knees of your skinny jeans,
Faded in the washing machine,
Me from your memory.
I cut down our oak tree by the bayou.
It was too big to fit in the trunk of my car,
So I fed it to the river.
I’m stuck in that afternoon,
When I yelled out goodbye,
But you were too far to hear me.
I’m the same now, but,
I burn my stained clothes now,
Because I'm fucking terrified-
Of washing machines.
#anger
#grief
#heartbroken #love
#heartbroken #love
60 reads
1 Comment
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