https://reddit.com/link/10yb2rw/video/8oolmmg199ha1/player

(To C.)

You came
like an unexpected quiet winter storm
in December.
Wrapped me in soft white blankets.
Made me
drift away with you to this sphere
where you
ignited the idea that
my heart
could finally warm itself on this
small fire
you lit inside this dark
windowless cabin
that is my torture chamber.

Its brightness
shone softly on all of my
bruises & scars
and it had me almost convinced that
this cabin
isn’t a prison, but a beautiful and safe space for us.
Your lies
caressed me gently, until I felt
a sting
which reminded me that
me & fire
were never friends to begin with.

A look
in the mirror is what you gifted me.
I fell
as I recognized our disfigured souls.
We both
were victims and executioner, though
killing others
never was my strong suit.
I cried,
I hoped, for you and for me.
Our pain
the same but oh so different.

Its thawing,
this blanket you wrapped me in.
The flame
extinguished by fate cause it had
already written
that we should never be.
Leave me
here in my cabin, like the rest of them did, in my
torture chamber.
Take hope
along, as it isn’t meant for me either,
I don’t
want it anymore. This is the place where I am destined
to stay
and decay in silence, in my own ruins.

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Voice is mine, background track Guilherme Bernardes "unworthy", edit by myself.

I haven't written anything in ages. But fresh pain made me grab my pen.. and... my mic. Maybe some of you might recognize my voice. I've been here before... but I won't be recording and posting that kind of content anymore.

I might upload a poetry reading once in a while, like this now. Here and on Insta. We'll see how I get around to doing so.

Love, S.

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