stilettopoetry

poetry in six-inch heels.

[stilettopoetry]

asymptomatic i'm a ghost an apparition a partition between who i see & who i want to be i cannot be freed ghostly chains dig into me always thinking blinking away tears every ache becomes a sign every thought rewinds my mind turning shadows into proof building prisons from untruth i search for cracks within my skin convinced the end is settling in while time slips softly through my hands like grains of dust i cannot catch i'm a ghost once more pacing behind a locked door haunted not by what i've found but by thoughts that drag me down every heartbeat feels too loud a storm concealed beneath a cloud i diagnose each passing pain forced to live out the ending in my brain no monster waits beneath my bed it lives instead inside my head whispering things i cannot prove never giving me resolve ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ⋆｡

[stilettopoetry]

relationshopping

it feels surreal, like i steal little moments from those who can feel. true love, heartbreak— all of it i take. i chase the stars, i learn to lie, to taste a love that was never mine. i’m so greedy, always needing secret kisses, future wishes— your love’s remains are mine to keep. unlike him and i; we pretend until we're undone by what’s felt, what's framed. my hands are cold, my story told, in borrowed dreams that will not grow old. each whispered name, a spark, a flame, but none can hope to burn away this shame. how can we go on, what have i done i fear the worst is yet to come.

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