"I've run out of love to give,"
this rusty blade,
slid between my ribs,
waterfalls erupt from my eyes.
The air hisses from my lungs,
lost for words,
I struggle to breathe.
but then it twists,
the knife twists,
a sickening grind.
"Imagine being that difficult to love,"
a cruel blow to an already defeated kid.
the metal tears,
agony blooming crimson.
a whole new world of pain.
Here I stand,
impaled, defeated.
your words the knife scraping away at the last reserves of hope.
#Words, Knives
polar hound
@worldly rain
@uncut basin
random motivation to write is so eineidndjdndn
worldly rain
"I've run out of love to give,"
this rusty blade,
slid between my ribs,
waterf...
"ive run out of love to give" you did not have to do me like that 😭
and
"imagine being that difficult to love" that was brutal 😭 its like a dagger straight to heart, perfectly capturing that feeling of worthlessness and defeat
the way you describe that rusty blade sliding between your ribs—it's so visceral and intense. i mean i could practically feel the pain
worldly rain
you conveyed those feelings so intensely
worldly rain
words can hurt gang
THEY DO
polar hound
you conveyed those feelings so intensely
i may or may not have been ranting in my notes app right before writing this poem
😊
worldly rain
HAHAH I KNEW IT
polar hound
@rough tartan
rough tartan
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Hey Makii. So, this poem has very vivid imagery and sensory details. I loved it, although its a very sad poem and it made me emotional 😭 hope you are doing okay
rough tartan
i like to use poetry as a way to vent
yeee same