I wasn't yours then,
But the Devil's.
I sold myself lies relentlessly
Telling myself you didn't love me
That you couldn't
I sold the lies
For a price of faux ignorance
You scared me
He scared me
I was dead either way I chose
I told you lies
If we ever were to
Be one another's
Thought "maybe lies are a deterrent"
We both knew I never meant them
I never meant the cruel words
That fell from my lips
not a single syllable
I sold everyone lies
Not believing that
You could love me
And yet, how wrong was I?
- Why I said no
at first to you
About the Creator
Kian
- Aspiring Poet
- 17
- Artist
- Music Lover
The Quiet Influence
The Quiet Influence An oracle on steadiness, softness, and returning to oneself Author’s Note This piece was written from a place of quiet integration rather than urgency—a moment when nothing needed to be solved, proven, or pushed through. I wrote it for those who are discovering that healing doesn’t always arrive as a breakthrough, but sometimes as a gentle settling into presence. If this feels anticlimactic, tender, or unexpectedly emotional, you’re not doing it wrong. You’re likely learning how to rest without disappearing—and how to let yourself be held without effort.
By Flower InBloom7 days ago in Poets
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