I Watched Them Strip Their Clothes,

i watched them strip their clothes,

revealing their bare skin.

they look down, then at me.

i see how their eyes yearn and beg.

they turn to their side and suck it in,

all until there was only a thin line.

but this line was still too thick.

it always would be.

they try again and again,

staring at me intensely each and every time.

their eyes.. desperate for something,

anything.

their hands caressed their soft skin,

it moved around and so does their flesh.

every movement mimicked its own.

and that’s when it happened.

when they hunched over,

their body vibrating with sorrow.

they look up at me, their eyes tinted crimson.

their eyes bleeding colorless blood.

“i hate you.”

they whisper.

that’s all they ever say.

they clenched their fist, but i wasn’t scared.

i knew they wouldn’t punch me,

they never did.

their hand fell onto mine,

our fingertips connecting,

and for a split second i knew how it felt to feel.

they break away, still staring at me,

and says those three familar words.

each time they got louder,

each time they meant it more,

each time it hurt less.

i watched as they resented my every being.

how their tears carved canyons in their cheeks.

how their eyes reddened with woe.

how their teeth clashed in frustration.

i felt pity for them,

i wanted to hug them, wrap them in my warmth.

maybe then they wouldn’t be so… cold.

i wish i could tell them how much i love them,

to give them the love they deserve,

to let them know that i was always here.

but i know i’ll never be able to,

after all.. i’m only a mirror.

Identity

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

How do I relieve myself of these emotions, If not by bleeding myself on paper? How do I express myself to the world, If not by baring myself for everyone to see? What is my comfort, if not being vulnerable with words? Where do I go, if not to pen and paper? To whom do I share my happiness, sadness, My sorrows, and guilt? Where do I let out my anger, Before it turns me cold and sharp? Where do I pour out the storm, Before it drowns me? Tell me, what do I do, If not write?

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

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pulchra-potens

9 months ago

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pulchra-potens

9 months ago

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Please share this and help them!

C'mon. Get Up.

Whenever you are down and you feel like waving the white flag When the tears are heavy and leave divots in the sand beneath you When you feel as if you are truly alone

I believe in you.

When everything reminds you of her her face and presence are in every brick of this city When you feel crushed By the weight of the black and starless sky When there's nothing left to describe

I believe in you

When the panic bites hard and you can't breathe so certain you'll die When the lake is calling and you might just walk to right in When every option is the worst option

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When all you can do is scream And push everything far away When the distractions finally stop doing what they were made for When you cry whenever your in the rain

I believe in you

When you feel that you have no place to go and things just seem to be piling upon you When depression goes untreated and the thoughts come and tell you to jump When you survive today and hope for tomorrow

I believe in you I believe in you

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pulchra-potens

10 months ago

Okay someone betterrr hug me like thattt !

And dear witchess,turn me into a cat.