melancholic poet I guess~

~Are you drunk? ~I'm a poet.🌙

[drunkwriternim]

I have the red pencil, gifted by my lover, in my hand coffee on the bedside it's running out almost and I read letters letters, from a wrenched man to his lover whom he could never convey his love to neither did I

[drunkwriternim]

Your name is one of those pretty words that poets use in their verses

[drunkwriternim]

When I get quiet, I don't want people to pry

Yeah I do want them to check on me

But don't ask me what's wrong

Don't touch me if you can

I know how I want to hold

And I'll ask you when I do want

Stay and ask, but ask only once "you okay?"

"No" if I reply, just stay and don't ask me why.

[wideawake987-deactivated2026011]

like the prophecy foretold

i aged another year, alone

now i am wide awake,

curled under the door

waiting for the sunset

yet again

is this all i deserve?

is it evil to admit i don't

want to be like them?

is it selfish to ask for another chance?

i've been bleeding over everyone

in the emergency room, holding

my guts inside while waiting for

simple patchwork

i’ll leave forever, just promise

you will

-remember me, 2025

[remanence-of-love]

[keytomind]

🖤👆🏼

[drunkwriternim]

It burns the same amount I want to assume the same color from the wounds but maybe it's an illusion oh, it must be one '16 dead, many missing' says the reporter there is only two of them, of course no one wants to see the uncombed hair, dirty clothes of ours no need for an ugly face for the cover Let it all burn to the ground

"I want to study", said the girl "Money, where?" was the reply, she got 'Seven thousand five hundred a month.....' said the boss she is now lying burned on the hospital floor. No one knows though News never got out it only took a single scroll and they were gone. If it were the seven star visitors your feed would drown in them you would cry and share curse the system for it. For me? Oh never I am not the same How could I ever be? Under the poverty line, My kin, my tears aren't the same.

[paper-wounds]

[drunkwriternim]

they say, "it's their loss not yours" and I think I agree when I am sober when I am doing just fine, I agree then I pass by a corner we used to sit in a closed down coffee shop that we used to visit I won't say I miss you, I don't think I do but all the memories come to me so vividly so vivid that something stirs up in me I wish I could describe it other than saying I miss you that would be lie but that's the closest to what I feel it's the memories all the memories, where I see the 'you'.

[drunkwriternim]

I don't want to be a mother

Maybe partly because of how much of a bad daughter I am

Partly because how I was treated

I can see the pain you know

I can see all of you, seeing it little by little

Grimace of you in everything around me

In nature, in my own self

But I don't forget how you were

I can't simply stop wishing for someone better instead of you

I don't want to be a mother

Because of a part of me and a part of you.

[roua-poemului]

[self-development-infographics]

[originalromanticsir]

When you found that person; you both know.

[drunkwriternim]

one of these days I will fold, even with a tiny drop of love they say those who weren't served love on a spoon will lick it off a knife and how true that feels I don't really have any words to describe to you how much I crave it I think I have infinity tears and screams stored up instead but if you ask me how much I want to be loved, I will not have any words it feels utterly pathetic to acknowledge but not really anywhere to run anyway and if I fail to pour it onto the blank page then where would I

[drunkwriternim]

I would love to love a man but I don't want to be his wife what if all the love from before evaporates and I end up being his maid I wouldn't mind a companionship, a partner to share a life but the tag of 'marriage' makes me think it's a legalized form of slave I wouldn't mind cooking, cleaning for the man that I claim to love but if those are made to be a chore, something I 'must' to prove my worth, make my existence useful, then I would rather live alone I would rather spend my life as the odd witch.

[drunkwriternim]

Oh how I love dead people's thoughts

[superkursunaskr]

blood moon

[drunkwriternim]

I wanted to die but then there would probably be no meaning in it too maybe I wanted the scar on my hand as a sign so that you would look neither happened neither I died nor you looked I sat with three stitches on my left wrist, my anger, my agony making a toast. I wanted to die, but then there would be no meaning in it too.

[hypersonicc-missless]

Mr. Anderson thinks that everything inside of him is worthless and embarrassing. Isn't that right, Todd? That's your worst fear

[iamjustagorl]

too relatable (minsan/madalas)