Poetry

Losing my Self

inkycapnip

03 May 2025

Pieces of me crumble
I feel chunks being ripped off
Deaf ears for my plea to stop

Some are sharp
None are clean
Crackling marks over porcelain skin
I lose sight
Melodies turn to dissonant chords
Doubt seeps in from monochrome norms

This chest aches
I broke a rule
I've been ignoring my own fuel
Clinging feels natural
Scarcity my steadfast form
Seeds of doubt only grow in barren soil

Your scrutiny stings
Rusted armor disintegrates
Dilapidated floorboards under your gaze

There's Time

I oft feel like I’m running out Wading in stagnant waters of doubt I wonder how I’ve survived without The things I can only dream about There is a time to mourn the past But bad things never seem to last It was my mind that held so

Crystal Clear Lines

guarantee we’ll survive every flow and ebb of tides we don’t control but thrive in spite of silly choices silly people silly fingers through the peephole empty words could never cut we’ve been through worse it’s not for us and so we remain simple unbothered opened

Ginny

I want to believe someone who writes such beautiful poetry could never hurt me, or desert me. Can I be worthy of such sweetness without suffering? I’ve never really been seen, People rarely get what I mean, But you dissect so effortlessly, A power that enraptures me. I notice

No one will believe you

Threaten one more time and I will spill every secret You’re naive to think I’d continue to keep it My lips are as loose as these tiny little screws Consequences of your actions long overdue “Keep your mouth shut or tighten the noose” I’d rather set fire

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There's Time

Crystal Clear Lines

Ginny

No one will believe you