Tag: feminism
ghosting
sometimes in our human form
we can still be ghosts—
we use our skin
to distract from the pain—
every smile—
all our surface beauty
just a mask
for something deeper
that hides
within.
the good life
it doesn’t matter
how good you are living
if you are drinking
from a poison
well.
secret gardens
when i sat with you
the wounds unfolded into flowers
and we danced in fields
of forgiveness.
toxic
when they start
to make you
question your worth
instead of helping you
to realize it
it is time
to walk
away.
shadows
you said you’d always be there
until i need you
and realized
you were never
really there
at all.
delicate
the fragile anatomy
of a heart
that has been broken
by the same hands
it trusted
to hold it.
power
did you love me?
or did you just like
the way
having
my love
made you
feel?
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hesitation
what do you fear?
i fear accepting fake love
as though it were real—
being made to look like
like a fool
in a time where everything
is supposed
to be picture perfect,
and things lurk
in lonliness
and the darkness
we hide
behind
our beautiful
facade.
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quietness
ask yourself
if what you want
is worth
your peace.