Stamped///New Poetry
Malleable
"I am doing you a favor," you silently exclaim.
Your eyes reveal that this is how you feel.
I need to be molded
to be bent
to be broken
into what you want me to be
because, afterall, I need you
and you don't need me
I am useless unless I am exactly what you want
perfect for you, I sacrifice everything
I sacrifice life
in order to adapt for you
Create me.
Susurration
I was awoken by a whisper
so urgent, yet so sweet
"I love you," he spoke softly
the words felt as if they were made
just to pass his lips
and in that quiet moment
I thought I knew what fate was.
Burden
This weight on my shoulders
could kill me slowly
this anger inside me
is eating me up
this lack of happiness
is raining down on me
Hello sadness, pull up a chair
I'd offer you my heart,
but there's no room for you in there.
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