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@cassketts
Your bruising grip, my breathless plea,
you're the storm that swallows me.
We do not bloom, we only fade,
and claim it's for devotion's sake.
A love that bleeds, worship that bites
we tear the canvas from those nights.
Too sharp to hold, too fierce to lose,
kiss the very scars you impose
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fucking done with everything, just snap my neck already
i think it gets harder everyday
The glass became a cage of weird distortion,
where every flaw is magnified in portion.
A stranger's giant frame, a broken line,
I loathe the skin I cannot claim as mine.
I push away the plate, that burning ache,
a quiet, bitter vow I chose to make.
If I can shrink the space I occupy,
perhaps I’ll finally outrun the lie.
I will strip bare before the winter cold,
to shed the truths I've been retold.
But casting off the fucking clothes won't set me free,
when it is my very eyes that are entrapping me.
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Came to me when listening to tamino, pls hmu if you know his music
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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“I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.”
— Unknown
Timothy Liu, from a poem titled "I Want It to Be Winter All the Time," featured in Poetry (March 2026)
Mosaic of a trillion stolen and borrowed pieces
I have created a mausoleum for a god that is yet to be conceived.
My throat is filled with black moths that thrive
on the velvet made from prayers that are directed nowhere.
I am trapped in the dark and wetness of my skin,
seeing the dust fall upon the banquet table which lies bare.
Who will tear open these curtains?
Who will crush the stained glass window and drag me through the shards?
I am a ruined Gothic tower,
longing for the conflagration.
I do not need to be wooed by lilies and honeyed words,
but rather haunted.
I need a love that is entwined like ivy around my bones,
suffocating the air out of me till I am left as an ancient relic
of another’s insatiable passion.
But the crypt stays silent.
The velvet decays.
I am a ghost who has never ever known a living touch.
I want to crawl inside your skin,
to wrap myself around your lungs
so that every breath you take is heavy with me.
I want to hurt you,
not to see you cry, but to watch you heal,
to know that my hands were the ones that carved the very shape of your wounds.
And, oh, lord, i beg of you to hurt me back.
Leave a trail of your teeth on my neck.
Snap my collarbone like dry twigs.
Let us eat every part of eachother until there is no "you",
and no "me" left to feel.
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I am bloated with an unused love.
It has sat inside me for so long it has turned rancid,
fermenting into something jagged,
something that bites at my own walls.
If i cannot give it to someone,
it will absolutely swallow me whole.
I walk through this world like an open wound,
begging for the salt.
I crave the ruin of an undeniably beautiful collision,
the bloody, cannibalistic merging of two souls.
Except there is only the quiet.
There is only me,
holding my own wrists,
wishing that grip belonged to anybody else.
I am so deeply and painfully ready to be destroyed by love,
and the most violent part of it all is that the world leaves me entirely untouched.
It truly is a cannibalistic kind of adoration that i seek. I want you to peel back my skin and crawl inside my ribcage, right there with my heart, and when i scream cause of the suffocation i need you to choke me just to make the noise die out
A repulsive fucking idiot is what i am and what i always will be. No matter how much i change myself, i'll never escape the fact im an acquired taste that nobody wants to acquire
I am such a bother for everyone just kill me please.
it gets worse before it gets way worse
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Everything is too loud, the lights are too damn bright. Ive spent the last 2 days trying to eat my way out of panicking. Im so heavy. Im so massive. Im a giant, a suffocating thing that shouldnt exist. I can feel my clothes straining against mr and i wanna rip the skin off my bones. I was doing so well the last month, i felt lighter and now i ruined it by trying to fill the hole that never closes. Im so bloated and im so angry. I wanna punch the ugly bitch in the mirror, i wanna scrub her until she's raw. How can one feel so empty but be so full at the same exaft time? Im also teriffied that everyone can see the grease and fat leaking out of me. Im so fucking unstable. I wanna be gone. Not dead, just gone. I wanna be a thin, pale memory that doesnt need to eat, breathe or study. I wanna be a ghost so i ddont have to feel my own weight anymore. I really wish i could wake up and be a different, smaller shape. A shape that doesnt hurt so much. Everything is touching, the fat touching fat, every time i move i can feel it. Skin pressing against skin, it should be bones pressing against bones. Im giant and i feel distorted. The features im supposed to have are covered by fat, it doesnt even matter if the scale moves anymore because the face staring back is always the same disgusting, puffy, broken out and ungly mess. I see the pimples and the redness and it just feels like my insides are rotting. My jawline is gone, my eyes look small and i just look so heavy. I spent 48 hours destroying everything i worked so hard for and now im wearing the evidence. I wanna claw at my cheeks until i can find the bones underneath. I wanna pull the skin from my neck so i can breathe. Its not even just about being big, im literally repulsive. Its about looking at myself and wanting to throw up, im a thing that doesnt deserve to be seen. I crave love so much. I just wanna be loved. I just want someone to look at me and think of me as the love of their life. I want them to see beauty but how the fuck are they gonna see beauty if there's NONE of it in this body or soul. Im filthy. All my friends have boyfriends and im over here with no one to even look my way. Is it cause im fat? Is it cause im ugly? Am i so fucking repulsive that nobody wants to be with me? Im 17 for fuck's sake and i've never even had someone look at me romantically. Fuck everything. I wanna crawl out of this body and slit my wrists, but not really cause i hate pain
No one around me understands how my mood can change from literally happy to I want to die in 2 seconds. I don’t even get it, but idk BPD sucks
