WiltedVerses ✒️🎀

Fading words, blooming sorrow. Where poetry wilts but never dies.

[lovelesspoets]

“I stopped expecting people to understand me when I realized I barely understand myself.”

[wiltedverses]

the body

they say god works in mysterious ways.

maybe that’s what the surgeon was—

a prophet with a scalpel,

preaching mercy through removal.

they tell me i’m healed,

but my body whispers otherwise.

it remembers blood and begging,

the hush of anesthesia,

the slow unmaking of a woman.

i used to pray for children.

now i light candles for the parts of me

they took in the name of salvation.

my womb, my faith, my softness—

all laid out on a stainless-steel altar.

the doctors called it surgery.

i call it exorcism.

they carved out the fever

but left the haunting behind.

sometimes i swear i hear a heartbeat

in my dreams—

something small, something mine,

trapped in the dark,

asking why i didn’t save it.

in another life,

i was meant to be a mother.

in this one,

i’m just the ghost of the idea.

[lovewarmsoftdeers]

it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.

[wiltedverses]

“Spring slips in quietly, painting the world in soft greens and second chances, as if to say, ‘you don’t have to rush—just begin.’”

[wiltedverses]

“I learned to say ‘I’m sorry’ like a reflex—not because I was hit, but because silence was just as heavy, and I never knew which words might shatter the peace.” - unlocked memories

[remanence-of-love]

[pink-heart-writes]

[lovelesspoets]

“I search for the person I used to be, but all I find are echoes—faint whispers of someone I no longer recognize, buried beneath the weight of everything I’ve lost.”

[lovelesspoets]

“One of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do is grieve the loss of someone who is still alive.” — Unknown

[wiltedverses]

“Even the most beautiful words can wither, but their echoes remain.” -unknown