I lied. I was too open again, got burnt again, close to tears but I still feel my pain isn’t worth being fixed
I never believed I was allowed to fix my pain
When someone literally beat that idea in my head until now it’s cemented
So very closed up
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Closed up
i am sewn up, stitched tight I can't bring myself to open Each stitch is tight, hurt so terribly to tie together and the indifferent airs made them even tear a little bit but still intact just barely In fact, the stitches are barely holding even though—i refuse to open.
By Melissa Ingoldsby11 months ago in Poets
New Normal
There is always a moment — small, quiet, almost forgettable — when the spark stops being a warning and becomes a state. It never looks like a turning point from the outside. It’s not a dramatic shift. It’s not a cinematic beat. It’s a subtle internal click, a recalibration so slight that only someone who has lived this cycle as many times as I have would recognize it.
By Elisa Wontorcik5 days ago in Poets
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Oh my!!! I'll help Dharsheena beat the shit out of them!!!
I loved this , keep up the good work! This was well written
So powerfully written—hits hard.
Too well-written & far too close to home, Melissa!
Whoever beat that idea into your head, imma beat the shit outta them!