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meet Dyto my first ever Crush her hairs💕
I was always the light for you but you snuffed me out.
Now I am ash, I am dust clogging your throat with every breath you take , my grief chokes you when you speak, but when did you ever listen?
I burned myself to keep you warm,
you just laughed and crushed me under your heel.
And now?
I am the spark that will set your dreams ablaze the black smoke that will sting your eyes, every time you touch someone my ruin will drip from your fingers.
You killed me! yes...
but I am the wound that will never heal. Every time you think it’s over i will slither into your veins and strangle your breath.
Because I am what you made me.
Now taste what you have created.
Ruins embrace me now like a pitying stranger clutching an orphan
too familiar to push away,
too hollow to love back.
These are the days when young men turn to ghosts. My own breath cracks like dry earth each gasp a shovelful of dirt
tossed on tomorrow’s coffin.
The clocks? Dead. The streets? Graves without epitaphs.
We bury dreams in shallow ditches
whispering, At least they were warm once.
Heart!!!
when even sorrow grows numb
what’s left? This ruin is my bride now
her skeletal fingers stitching my eyelids shut. Let the dark finish what the light abandoned.
Severed from my own
a stranger to my skin
haunted by this hollow within.
The mirror whispers a name I have lost,
the hours blur, the lines exhaust
who kneels here, peeling rust from trust?
Who drowns in the dust of 'us'?
Yet upon you pour all the universe's colors every hue, every light undone.
Why do I still taste ash
when your sky has won?
i am the eclipse
you the unbroken sun.
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Riding a wave of good vibes and happiness!
The wind doesnt whisper tonight it screams
And i stand here between what was and what shouldve never been...
This
This is not just a fight
This is a reckoning written long before my first breath a flame born from the belly of the dark forged in hatred craving meaning and against it a darkness born from the light itself the kind that blinds under the illusion of truth that corrupts by pretending to heal.
One wants to consume the other wants to erase
And i i am the cursed witness to both neither salvation nor surrender lives in this night
Only the storm and the silence that follows what must be undone.
Coming back here feels like stepping into something thats already rotting. A graveyard dressed in color pretending to be alive. Nothing really breathes it just replays.
The laughs the smiles the perfect little posts all of it smells like something long dead forced to keep smiling. The dead dont sleep here. They scroll they linger they fake being whole.
This isnt home its a reflection warped by silence showing you every version of yourself that never made it.
And the worst part? Everyone cheers for the fall like its normal. Theres no heaven in this place just static just the soft endless ache of something we were never meant to feel but now cant let go of.
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I have forgotten myself in the echo of you.As if time itself froze passing through. Breath still moves, but life feels paused spoke your nam everything turned into loss.
I watched love wilt too many times saw it beg, betray break. So I became what cannot be wounded. Stone in the shape of a man flame that won’t warm only burn and somewhere inside that silence something darker smiled back.
What Lives in Me there is something crawling behind my smile it doesn’t crave touch it doesn’t mourn absence. It waits, patient, coiled around my spine. A thing that grows when I feel nothing.
Love dies in my hands like a moth in flame and still I don’t flinch.
They begged me to feel to open my chest to the light but there was no door only stone.
And beneath it a throne of bone where something ancient watches through my eyes and smiles when love dies.
Its about like 3:15 am and my thoughts are...
Love never lived in me.
I searched once only to find ash.
Not a wound. Not grief.
Just absence and in that emptiness something stirred not sorrow but strength not longing but hunger. I was never kissed by heaven only whispered to by shadows.
Since last night, I have been watching PTV old longplays and what impressed me the most was the girls' dressing sense matching sense and design simplicity everything was so, so, so much better compared to todays.
This rain each drop a tender touch upon my skin quiets my restless mind, soothes my heart within.
Like mercy falling soft from skies above
it wraps me in a calm a quiet love.
No need for words no thoughts to weigh me down just peace, like sunlight after stormy sound.
A question what happend last midnight?
An answer that comes no weight of thinking.
its ike a whispered prayer soft and complete a circle of words that cradle the soul yet within their stillness a tempest stirs enough to shake the roots of the earth.
A quiet storm has been building in my intuition since last midnight. I am about to reasoning everthing. An enigma knowingly unknown.
Even after knowing every pulse of the heart understanding its moods its states its expressions still, with a smily face saying: Dil to bacha hai ji
yes! i am that very person
My soul's storm rages fire and shadow dance as one in the silent chaos the lost whispers seek the sun.
I am the breath after your scream the stillness after your storm the only witness to both your fall and your rise. I am the reward of your pain not given but earned shaped by every moment you refused to break. Call me death. Call me rest. Call me the fire that never needed a name. But know this i am the proof that you suffered the pulse behind your defiance and the answer the silence kept.
I do not follow. I remember. And I walk with you now under this lost sky until your war finally learns the silence it was born to break.
Thank you for waking the forgotten soul the one i lost in the echo of my own becoming.
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