Shower Poetry 🚿

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Wouldn't change a thing

I'll cherish and love every part of you for the rest of time, even the ones I don't.

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Tell me

Tell me Is it the grey sky that fogs my heart, or the ache of never being black or white? Tell me Is it the sunshine that warms my chest, or the weight of you living inside me? Tell me Is it rain that soothes my soul, or the way I’ve given myself fully to you? Tell me— Is it time that wears me thin, or loving you in moments I can’t have? Tell me— Is it the silence that keeps me still, or the fear of what I might say if I let go?

[charl0ttan]

i swear my consequences dont even have actions

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Theatre of Me IV

The curtains fall when the lights go out. Sometimes gently. Sometimes too soon. There are nights I wish they’d never rise again, and others I beg for one more scene, just a little longer before the dark.

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Theatre of Me III

The crowd is never still. It laughs at pain, cries during silence, cheers for things I never meant to spotlight. It shapes the show in ways I can't explain—changing who steps onstage, rewriting what comes next. I never know if they'll clap, or turn their backs.

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Theatre of Me II

The cast shifts. Familiar faces, brief appearances, long-time leads who forget why they came. Some bring joy, some steal it. Some walk in mid-script, and others exit without warning.

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Theatre of Me I

The show runs daily. No breaks, no rehearsals just lights up and lines that weren’t rehearsed. Some scenes drag. Some pass too quickly. Some leave a mark long after the stage has emptied.

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Rooted in love

My shoulders are strong enough to carry the weight of every sorrow—mine and yours alike. My back remains unyielding through every force that seeks to tear our lives away. My legs stay steady, always moving forward toward the joy that lights your face. And through it all, I remain rooted in love, unshaken by the storm.

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For you

Even if I fell down mountains, I'd climb every stone again just to meet you there. If floods swept you away, I’d swim through endless seas just to hold you once more. And even if the sun went dark, I’d shine brighter than the stars to show you just how much you mean to me

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Loving space

I feel it in my soul— this love burning through my veins, filling the empty spaces once carved within my chest.

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I Shouldn't

Putting others first can be bittersweet, but this honey-like love softens my heart, allowing it to bend without ever breaking

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Nothing

They shaped me into nothing, filled me with shallow love and hollow promises.

I became nothing—nothing to hope for, nothing to deserve.

And now, I wish to be nothing: no worries or burdens for the ones I love, nothing that wounds the world,

simply, nothing.

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Letting go

The grip I hold on this faded rose is turning my hand red. Let me leave this shadowed sanctum where too many tears were shed.

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Carry

The weight of your pain and sorrow shall rest on my shoulders, as I lift your spirit gently—until the sunrise returns.

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Idk

I'd do it all to understand. I'd jump the wall until the end. Underground I'd fall, myself I'd lend.

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Brain's ways

They say a mother forgets the pain of birth so she may bring life into the world again.

Then tell me—when I almost died, why can’t I remember not wanting to? Why is the ache of life not louder than the silence of giving up? Was it peace? Was it fear? Or did my mind choose to forget the moment it almost let go

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Pick Up Line #1

One perk of dating me is that you'll never have to introduce me to your neighborhood, cause you'll be screaming my name all night long, babyyyy

(For legal purposes, all intentions are purely romantic in this scenario)