You Have Been On My Mind For So Long,

how often do i have to convey myself that i am not a monster?

how often do i have to hate myself for being proud of that?

a beautiful broken promise.

Promise.

The word is forced to contain secrets.

But, what if?

what if a person runs out of promises?

when there are too many to keep and there is too much inside?

when all the promises she broke hurts her?

when each and every promise she broke, haunts her, every night, till the end ?

when the broken promises, like broken glass, tears her apart from inside?

until she bleeds. bleeds to death.

too tired to make another promise.

This is soo real. Internet friends are a blessing in disguise.

Having internet friends is an experience. Did you eat today? I can’t believe your sister hasn’t apologized yet, what a bitch. Drink a glass of water right now. Want to see a cat picture? I love you. I know you better than your parents. I don’t know your name. I’m having a rough day, can you talk to me about your favorite videogame? I love you. Good morning means good night means good afternoon means go to sleep. Here’s a doodle I made in class. I’m stealing your clothes as we speak, they’re so pretty. I love you. I love your pet. What does your hair look like? I’d love to see that weird leaf. I love you. I’m making you your favorite food. Thank you for holding my secrets for me. I love you. We’re having a coffe date. I love you. I’m giving you a screen-sized hug. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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Writing and rewriting the same lines,

Over and over again,

Thinking, That’s awful, this is awful, why can’t you write something good for once.

For once? Something good for once?

If it’s as awful as you’re saying it is,

Why do(es) literally everybody you know who you show it to,

And even people you “know” superficially via social media and one shared interest,

Praise it constantly?

And why do even the most unpolished of first drafts receive that same praise?

Maybe you’re actually a decent author & poet?

Ever think of that?

-oaks

My red flag is isolating myself when life gets dark and messy. I'd stay silent, pull away, push those I love away and hide. But, it's also when I crave being found the most, where I long for a heartfelt conversation and pay attention to every gesture of kindness.

man if I had a sword I wouldn’t be worried about shit

My thoughts,

they terrify me.

torn apart.

forever you say,

but not till the end, right ?

Heyy hun!!

Ur works are jus✨

Btw Who is your biggest motivation?

P. S.: looking forward for more of ur works

Heyyy buddy!!

Thank you for reading! :)

My biggest motivation is myself and my sister.

What is yourss??

tell me.

tell me that you never thought of me as just a plaything.

tell me that you thought of me as a real friend.

tell me that the moment you met me you thought I was a human too.

tell me that my feelings are validate and true too.

tell me that you love me.

tell me like I told you.