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Hands that still smell of smoke
though the fire's been dead for years.

#lines
I'm a wretched thing.
Alive yet incomplete,
Soft in the wrong places.

I'll plead for warmth
yet neglect embrace,
a paradox
I can't erase.

My hands will pull
you close all night,
then push away
at morning light.

My words are bright,
my smiles are wide,
a golden mask
I wear with pride.

When you touch my hand,
you'll feel the shake,
a fragile heart
about to break.

Here I stand,
my soul on fire,
all smoke and mirrors,
I'm just a liar.

So I ask of you;
do not fall in love,
just let me be,
I'm the architect
of my own misery.

#Atuneofbrokenhearts #HID
I’m tired of being your muse,
your beautiful and tragic thing.

You don’t love me,
you love the pain
my suffering brings.

You love the idea of me,
not the mess that I am.

#OC #draft
They said "supporting role"
like it wasn’t a death sentence.

Like I didn’t lie awake
praying for one shot,
a single chance
to prove my bones
weren’t made of your leftovers.

To prove I wasn't just there
to elevate you.

To prove my own worth.
____


I’ll rewrite the story
in my own handwriting.

Next season,
they’ll chant my name
till your trophies
gather dust.

#OC #draft
My heart is a diary
filled with names
of people
who never stayed
long enough
to read it.

#scribble
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