Leila N. Forcue

Writing is my outlet so most of it will be dark. If that’s not your genre preference, then I’m not your author. Constructive feedback is appreciated & welcome.🖤🎮📚👩🏻‍💻

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Leila N. Forcue

Writing is my outlet so most of it will be dark. If that’s not your genre preference, then I’m not your author. Constructive feedback is appreciated & welcome.🖤🎮📚👩🏻‍💻

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Shattered Trust

Leila N. Forcue

1 min read

Trust is earned

Trust is broken

Trust is given

Trust is taken away

Out of spite

From just one night

From just one fight

From just one word

Words you say, they stick around

They linger in the back my mind

Good, bad, unspoken.

I wish that some of them would go away

The memories disappear

Vanish, in a puff of smoke

Like a magic trick

Instead I’m left to choke

On them whenever I’m feeling weak

Or sad...

Poetry

Wrath

Leila N. Forcue

1 min read

There was a single candle light

It flickered dimly down a semi-lit path

I noticed Wrath as he crept along the walls

Scampered and scurried all through the hall

He opened his mouth, to scream and shout

I held up my finger and shushed him.

This dimly lit path demanded silence

And Wrath just stared at me, flustered.

Confused, withdrawn

I could see him claw and paw

at his own skin

Tearing apart

the ...

Poetry

Carousel

Leila N. Forcue

1 min read

Everyday is just the same

I wake up next to you, broken flame

Affirmations, gestures, romantic nights

All I’ve asked for and it just ends in fights

Where does it get me

Circling ‘round and ‘round

I try to build you up

But instead it just brings me down

I remind and schedule

You neglact and nag

I’m a mother to two

Yet I parent three...

Poetry

When Does A Man Become A Monster?

Leila N. Forcue

1 min read

Pain

That’s all I feel lately.

Regret. Shame. Loneliness.

That’s all I feel lately.

I hang my head.

My heart aches.

My stomach turns.

My sobs quake.

I remember a time when he would whisper sweet nothings.

Now I cant forget how he screams venom.

He stares at me with hate.

I have done nothing.

His issues. Guilt. Frustrations. Emotions.

All taken out on me

In a sea of fury.

I try to empathize.

I try ...

Poetry

Numb

Leila N. Forcue

1 min read

I’d kill to feel something,

Anything at all.

Darkness pits through me;

Death hears my call.

I cannot see through it,

This unspeakable shit.

It’s like I’m broken,

Used, and unfit;

Unfit to be loved,

Or to love at all.

I can’t see straight anymore,

Pain echoes and pierces my walls.

I want to feel something,

Other than pain,

Loneliness,

Regret,

Self-loathing, and shame.

Someone hear these cries.

Some...

Poetry

It’s Just Who They Are…

Leila N. Forcue

4 min read

He concealed a drug deal behind a lavish vacation for you

But he’s your dad.

He left you alone when you were 3 to fend for yourself

But he’s your dad.

He would drink vodka before taking you to school every morning

But he’s your dad.

He slept with a prostitute right next to you while you were trying to sleep and you were only 4

But he’s your dad.

He was verbally thoughtless and abusive to you your ...

Poetry

Will

Leila N. Forcue

5 min read

I met Will on a dating app. Never in a million years would I anticipate the emotional awakening I would have the moment I laid eyes on him. Certainly I had been in love before, but I had never quite felt a love like this.

We met on a surprisingly cool South Florida night. We rarely get those here. I couldn’t tell you where we were exactly. It was a random parking lot somewhere near the water. I ...

Romance

A Dire Presentiment

Leila N. Forcue

7 min read

It’s as normal as any other day has ever been. I wake up, take a shower, get dressed, and start making breakfast for my daughter and I. My husband left early for work, which leaves only Maya, my four year old daughter, and I for all of Valentine’s Day. I figure what better way to spend this cheesy, hallmark holiday dedicated to love than with the one person who can always put a smile on my face.

...

Thriller

Love Hurts

Leila N. Forcue

2 min read

He cupped my face gently with his calloused hands and looked deeply into my eyes. He was close enough that I could study all the fine lines and imperfections of his face. I could see the flecks of brown embedded in his green irises. I felt captivated in his spell with just one look. He stared into my face like he was trying to memorize it, almost with a certain air of despair. It was as if he was...

The Game Of Love

Leila N. Forcue

1 min read

Frustration and rage burns through me

Resentment eats at my soul

You saw right through me

Your betrayal took its toll

I’m empty and guarded

Shielded and bruised

My wrists are bound

By the lies that grew

My hatred runs deep

And I admire you still

You can look right through me

With daggers to kill

Trademark your dishonesty

Patent your disguise

Within myself is truth

I’ve discovered your lies

Unwrap...

Poetry