reck-less-teen-agers

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always the wolf in the iron suit. smells the blood and pounces. i trace through the lines for the place you drew out of. i will relive it until i can’t breathe. stare at the ceiling, play it on loop. and they’ll find a way to blame me, as i sit there with clenched fists, still shaking, stuck echoing that thursday night over and over again. what did i do that made me special? promised not to hurt anyone but here i am, the only victim, sick and grey and frozen. and now i’m the girl with the claw marks in her back, who sat through something bad, who had that happen to her. can smell the bleach on my skin, see the red where i tried to wash it off. memorised the corners of the room, the stain on my shoes, the burn mark on my neck. begged me not to scream out, to seal the sin with tight lips, but couldn’t they see it anyway? couldn't they smell the hunger, the drool from your mouth, the widening of your irises as you prepped for the hunt. and why am i the one shaking in the corner? why am i the prey? let me be honest, let me pull the wool from over your eyes. this is not my shame to carry. this is not my burden to bare. if you wanted to wound me you should have dug the knife deeper. if you wanted a feast you should have sharpened your teeth. you will carry this, wolf no longer. i won’t be your quarry, i won’t be another casualty. i might bleed but you will bleed out. i will be the hunter. the predator. the wolf. iron fist unchained. bullet wounds biting back. i have to be. i will be.

#spilled ink #mywritings #poetry #spilled thoughts #sad poem #whatsarawrites #typography #taylor swift #kansas city chiefs #succession #bruises poetry #love poem

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oh, i'm scared of it. looking down into how much i like you and knowing it only grows from there. like i am huddled beyond the safe point; too far already. what am i supposed to say? you were never one for poetics. i can't bear it, it only seeks to swallow me, and all that big raw heart of mine with it.

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#spilled ink #mywritings #poetry #spilled thoughts #sad poem #poem #love poem #love #mywriting #whatsarawrites #typography #taylor swift #taylor’s version #Richard siken #bon iver

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Lucy Keating, Dreamology

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lorde - hard feelings/loveless

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i am just thinking about how in june eighteen months ago i said "this is how it goes. a boy with pretty eyes and a soft touch smiles at me and i call it love” and one year later i said "i hear your call in the middle of june and the winter night is cold and even a forest fire wouldn’t save us.” and july me said "i spent june in the lining of your coat, soaking skin and blue hues, sickness so loud i drowned in the fever dream” and November me said "june last year something in me broke apart for you and i’ve spent eighteen months trying to get it back but i don’t know where it is or why i lost it or why i ever buried it in your hands in the first place” and january me said "june was the worst, when i tore myself up and i really believed it was something worth breaking for”.

#was going through all my nightly journal entries and I mentioned June so many times #here is a collection of them #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #journal entries #mywritings #poetry #sad poem #poem #love poem #love #mywriting #whatsarawrites

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#spilled ink #mywritings #poetry #spilled thoughts #sad poem #poem #love poem #love #mywriting #whatsarawrites #phoebe bridgers #folklore #typography #hozier #Taylor Swift #evermore #Richard siken

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Excerpts for a 1920's newspaper during the Spanish Flu

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“Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? That is the real test.”

— Alain de Botton