#hertrueworth

[winterxdandelions]

For once, I want to stop being “the independent daughter”. The venting outlet. The emotional dumpster. The complaint listener.

For once, I want to quit the role I’m playing. If life were a movie, I would be the main character. But I’d rather be the villain.

For once, I want to be hated more than loved. It’s easier to shut people out, than to welcome them into a party, only for them to leave when it ends.

For once, I want to disappear. Be selfish. Be free. Be me.

But they need me.

Elle

[snowdrop1999]

The sun will soon to set.

And so am I.

But tomorrow, I'll rise again.

[emiliekastell]

[winterxdandelions]

26

Crushed by the weight of yesterday, In search of peace, chaos is all I gained. Falling into the abyss is backbreaking, But rising from the downfall is soul-crashing. My legs weakened, My wings were broken. Some wounds heal fast, But my body is nearly paralyzed. I cried for help; I asked for light. Some heeded my call, while others wanted to burn me alive. I abandoned my faith. And my heart was consumed by hate.

I still managed to smile, Like the walking dead, a rotten soul that I tried to hide. Or like an empty shell on the shore, Only the waves know the grief that I endured. Poetry keeps my sanity. But even the words have left me. Sometimes, I pray for everything; And sometimes, I want nothing. Succumbing to pain, I got tired of trying. In this dark abyss, my spirit is mending.

But let me…

Let me hope, once again. Let me welcome this new chapter to continue what I’ve begun. May this tiny flame soon blaze into fire— To dream once more, to yearn, to desire. May the horrors of yesterday be buried deep; A forgotten memory, a skip in a heartbeat. Let me write another masterpiece. Or let me walk slowly and be genuinely happy. May the footprints remain on the sand, A trail that reminds me how far I have come. May the Northern star guide my way As I march forward again into the fray.

Let me sing with my inner child And dance with my shadows in the wild. May the spring of tears make me whole Like an oasis in the desert that nourishes the soul. May the flowers never get weary of their bloom, Despite the never-ending storm, despite the gloom. Let me fall in love with life once more. And may this 26th chapter bestow me an open door, One that will lead to a breakthrough Even if it means I must start anew.

ELLE

[winterxdandelions]

I'm tired of these lessons—so tired that I'm no longer learning, but breaking.

Not everything that breaks us is loud.

elle

[winterxdandelions]

Regret whispers each nightfall— dissonant melodies disrupt my comfort. Graced by the presence of bygone days, it awakens my soul, a labyrinth of thoughts. Mistakes twist and turn, inviting me into the empty hall. Once again, it’s the rhythm that made me stumble and fall. Bleeding and broken, leaving me in despair. The music’s gone, yet my cries echo in the air. Outside the palace, it waits, bathed in afterglow With a seductive smile, sweet and slow.

Elle

[winterxdandelions]

If forgetting you were as simple as falling in love, If the depth of my admiration were as shallow as a lagoon, If the memories we shared were blurred, This pain would be easier to bear.

But my love for you bloomed like a widow's thrill. Bittersweet, resilient, and standing still. You are a blissful memory buried in my mind castle, A scenery painted on the canvas of my soul, A favorite song that plays on an endless loop.

The galaxy dwells in your beautiful eyes. But like the stars in the night sky, You remain beyond my reach. You are the sun, the light that gives the moon its glow, While I am the earth, caught in your shadow.

If forgetting you came as quickly as love's embrace, Like morning glories fading with the day, This pain might be easier to bear. But like the scent of springtime daisies, It fades—yet lingers, haunting still.

Elle

[winterxdandelions]

After the Rain

Heaven painted a dark grey sky and the weight of the clouds is heavier than my heart. The sound of the pouring rain blared like a trumpet at a funeral—solemn yet mournful. The earth beneath my feet softened as if preparing to bury my soulless body, with the chrysanthemums as my casket.

But the grasses are still green—greener than yesterday’s. The sunflowers are standing still despite the sun’s hidden face—drenched, yet more vibrant; humbled, yet still full of life. The orange hue after the first rain of May wrapped me like a mother’s embrace—warm, calming, and reassuring.

But, will I ever love sunflowers as much as I love chrysanthemums?

elle