Writing Prompt

I’m wandering into the night, hoping to be found

By you.

It’s been so long—I wonder

how it feels to spark again.

Each synapse—

a stepping stone,

lighting up a tiny fire with every step I take.

They glow, guiding the way

as I follow the path

you wove into my psyche.

And there, I find us—

immortalised,

preserved in the pulse of memory....

if i were

a piece of

blank paper

i wouldn’t be

blank

because everyone

has signed their name

large across

my heart

so that i’ll

never

forget what they

did to me

though it doesn’t end

there

they had to

take one step farther

across the line

and write their

names with knives

and blood...

The knife is bought, and I will sharpen it constantly.

The knife has been purchased, and I will keep sharpening it regularly.

Whenever I contemplate thee,

The blade sharpens times three.

Whenever I forget all about the 333, the blade sharpens by a factor of three.

Thus, a line it shall be.

Not because thee will see,

Because thou won't and, frankly, don't.

No one sees the wounds as they ble...

I’m tired of this

tired of wondering

if I’m making it all up in my head

if it’s just my imagination running wild

tired of crying

over you

over the past

over things that don’t matter

over things that matter too much

tired of thinking

and overthinking

about you and how it all ended up

tired of asking myself

if you ever even cared

or if I was just desperate

if I was wrong about everything

w...

The scars on our hearts

They open and bleed

Rise and fall

Bruise and heal

Hope and die

Revive and kill

Each one that opens up is a lesson

A lesson learned

Through pain and harsh words

And nights where no one sleeps

They keep us cautious and protective

Till we make a move that sends us back to the beginning

Then,

The scars on our hearts

They open and bleed...

Twenty years

It’s been that long.

Still I dream of you daily.

You left so suddenly

There was no goodbye.

No, there was

Except I didn’t know that was our goodbye.

I would have held on tighter

Looked upon your face much longer.

Kissed you sweeter.

Twenty years still feels like yesterday...

Find me a heart

without a scar

and I will show you a life unlived.

To live is to love

and to love is lose.

But what is loss without love?

And what is love,

but the only way to live.

A heart full of scars

tells the story of a life well loved

and a love well lived....

Words like stones, they broke us down,

Left empty spaces in this town.

Where love once bloomed, now shadows creep,

The scars we hold, too deep to sleep.

We tried to build a world so bright,

But darkness stole away the light.

The hurt remains, a constant sting,

A broken song, we cannot sing.

A name, "Cody," a whispered, sad sound,

"Sorry," I say, on broken ground.

They say I'm wrong, too flawed t...

if i closed my eyes and went up in flames, the scars could never heal

those memories that cut so deep, they would haunt me forever

you would never be able to forgive yourself, and i could never forgive you

if i closed my eyes and went up in flames, my heart would never be returned to me

unanswered questions would be left to the wind, almost as forgotten as me

so much you would never know, so ...

Wounds sealed,

though never truly healed -

Keloids hide deep voids

of a truth we shield

Blood sweats

from the tears of hearts torn -

Bandaged in bondage,

by sleeves where the heart’s worn

Etched into cardiac muscle -

So when the pain beats loudest,

May these scars be the muzzle

To silence the sorrow —

Of knowing we have no future together,

Yet I’ll be reminded of that again tomorrow

Pi...