Hidden Behind A Mirror
Hidden behind a mirror
Ridden with shame and fear
Performing for the world
What you think they want to see
Denying that you're lovable
In self hate and doubt
Running away in anticipation
But wishing that you'd get found
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Thank you for
Your embrace
the way you hold me
when darkness
got a hold of me.
Your warmth
that you share with me
when I feel
cold and lonely.
Your voice
that whispers in my ear:
"I'm here.
Everything's okay."
And when
You reconfirm to me:
"I'm yours
and I'm here to stay."
❤
Sorry...
Sorry for being a burden.
Sorry for being clingy.
Sorry for being such a mess.
Sorry for having no self control.
Sorry for being insensitive.
Sorry for being thougtless.
Sorry for being heartless.
Sorry for being unempathic.
Sorry for overestimating.
Sorry for not grasping cues.
Sorry for being emotional.
Sorry for overthinking.
Sorry for being distant.
Sorry for being manic.
Sorry for being depressed.
Sorry for being arrogant.
Sorry for hating myself.
Sorry for bothering you.
Sorry for dissapointing you.
Sorry for making excuses.
Sorry for being suicidal.
Sorry for telling you about it.
Sorry for staying.
Sorry for opening up.
Sorry for saying all that.
Sorry for apologizing.
...I'm sorry.
Withered Flowers on your grave
Maybe it's time for me
to go on and let you go.
Maybe I'm just to blind,
maybe I don't want to know.
In the depths of my heart,
the crypt of my soul,
I try to keep you alive
but you're dead like a zombie.
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Some might see me as a key
Some might feel me deeply
Some might see me as the door
Some might meet my core
Some might perceive my essence
Some might hear my soul
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Follow up / Twin poem to:
Keys
Some might keep the keys I gave
Some might feel their essence
Some might remember what I said
Some might feel them right away
Some might stay lost on their way
Some might find the door one day
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Runner up / Twin poem to:
Sometimes I wonder
How long it would take
For people to notice
If I'd went away
Weeks? Months? Years?
And the next thing
afterwards I wonder about
Is the how, the act
And how they'd react
When they'd find me
Laying lifeless in my bed
Like the husk that
I already am
Would they recognize me?
Would they understand?
Sometimes it's like
there is a realist
and a romantic
who fight inside
Medusa's soul
and
a lion's heart
Droplets
Drip..
Drip....
Drip...
The sound of the water crashing onto the porcelain pierces my ears.
But it's not that kind of piercing, not the 'gotta stand up and fix this'-type.
And even if I would like to stand up to fix it, I couldn't. I'm frozen, falling into the abyss, in a timeless place without any meaning. Everything's so meaningless.
And I'm just like these droplets, falling.
Falling deeper..
deeper....
And deeper...
Anxiety runs deep
While awake
While asleep
A staircase too steep
An end seems
Out of reach
