Stephanie Hilton

Joined July 2025

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Hello! I'm Stephanie. I am 24 years old, and I've been writing various types of poetry since I was seven years old. I hope you enjoy my poems <3

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you're so good to me
as much as i feel that i don't need you i feel this gnawing, insatiable greed, too that i must have what does not bode only if to lighten the load -
By Stephanie Hilton4 months ago in Poets
cycle
do you hurt people because you were hurt? does that satisfy something inside? the part of you that couldn't fight back
By Stephanie Hilton4 months ago in Poets
heartbeat
he said he knows the sound of my heartbeat like he knows his name why, if it catches his attention, doesn't his beat the same?
By Stephanie Hilton4 months ago in Poets
hopeless
why do i bother? why would i dream? why do the clouds open for me, and cast upon me beams only to take them away at once
By Stephanie Hilton4 months ago in Poets
3:33 am
many things course through my mind at 3:33 am like all the time i've wasted and what could have been and who i could become
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets
everybody lies at funerals
everybody lies at funerals when somebody dies, it's usual they'll stand up and say how much they cared but deep down, you know they weren't there.
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets
public enemy you
we grow up chasing rainbows yet never reach that pot of gold and then we start to question everything that we were told and soon enough, uncover all the lies that we were sold
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets
flood watch
the rainy days never seem to end the river rises again and again and floods my heart with waters cold carefully as i built it, the levy does not hold
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets
"i didn't want to hurt you"
he left me roses he bought me jewelry he spoke of vacations, dates, all that tomfoolery. as if that made up for cheating on me
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets
the wind
if the wind had blown my way, i'd be smiling every day. if the four-leaf clovers grew 'round my feet, perhaps i'd not be evaded by sleep.
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets
one day. Content Warning.
one day, i won't wake up with an ache pulsing where my heartbeat should be. one day, i won't struggle against the suffocating weight of fear to get out of bed.
By Stephanie Hilton5 months ago in Poets

Stephanie Hilton

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you're so good to me

cycle

heartbeat

hopeless

3:33 am

everybody lies at funerals

public enemy you

flood watch

"i didn't want to hurt you"

the wind

one day. Content Warning.

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