Toxic relationship Poems
The Idea of Living.
by Poetry of the Lost <3
The other day
I was okay with living,
I enjoyed the idea of it.
Then something hit me,
I took it all back.
I didn't want to deal with this for years,
I didn't want to live anymore.
I enjoyed the idea of death more than I did life.
......
teach me God, teach him love
by Pilar Moll
you grew up with stories
wine that tasted like iron
and bread from the bone
your romanization of cannibalism should be no shock
you could not only excuse it but worship it
love and hurt are both four letters
and they taught you to count not read
holy and pain look close enough blurred
so punch me with your lips
......
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by aaa bccvgfd
Continue readingAdrift in Your Indifference
by Jillian Mueller
I trace the cracks within myself,
yet find none upon you—
Your skin, a barren canvas,
untouched by time or flaw,
While mine, a weathered map,
etched by stares that linger too long.
You label yourself two-faced,
but I only set eyes on one
side of the wall.
......
Rose-Colored Glass
by Jillian Mueller
Love for you stings, sharp and unwanted—
not by your actions,
but the quiet, aching knowing
you’ll never be mine to hold.
Your absence echoes through the silence,
but when you return,
time holds its breath.
I replay our moments—
a broken record,
......
teach me God, teach him love
by Pilar Moll
you grew up with stories
wine that tasted like iron
and bread from the bone
your romanization of cannibalism should be no shock
you could not only excuse it but worship it
love and hurt are both four letters
and they taught you to count not read
holy and pain look close enough blurred
so punch me with your lips
......
Rose-Colored Glass
by Jillian Mueller
Love for you stings, sharp and unwanted—
not by your actions,
but the quiet, aching knowing
you’ll never be mine to hold.
Your absence echoes through the silence,
but when you return,
time holds its breath.
I replay our moments—
a broken record,
......
Adrift in Your Indifference
by Jillian Mueller
I trace the cracks within myself,
yet find none upon you—
Your skin, a barren canvas,
untouched by time or flaw,
While mine, a weathered map,
etched by stares that linger too long.
You label yourself two-faced,
but I only set eyes on one
side of the wall.
......
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by aaa bccvgfd
Continue readingThe Idea of Living.
by Poetry of the Lost <3
The other day
I was okay with living,
I enjoyed the idea of it.
Then something hit me,
I took it all back.
I didn't want to deal with this for years,
I didn't want to live anymore.
I enjoyed the idea of death more than I did life.
......
