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Who the hell you think you are?
to take my spark
you were meant to light it
not dim it
now it just flickers
barely alive

Who the hell you think you are?
to make my eyes
lose their sight
with the very tears
that once searched for your smile

Who the hell you think you are?
to make the hand
that reached for you
bleed

Who the hell you think you are?
to scar the skin
that once stayed soft for you

Who the hell you think you are?
to shatter the heart
that only beat your name

Who the hell you think you are?
to make a body
live like it’s dying
just because
it loved you

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?

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Who the hell you think you are?
to give your spark away
to someone who dimmed it

Who the hell you think you are?
to let your tears fall
until your vision faded

Who the hell you think you are?
to let your fingers bleed
for someone who never reached back

Who the hell you think you are?
to let them write pain
onto your skin

Who the hell you think you are?
to hand your heart over
only to watch it break

Who the hell you think you are?
to let someone
bury you in silence
while you're still breathing

Who the hell you think you are?
to let them hurt you
and call it love

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?

Who the hell you think you are ?
to make me hate my self
to make angry on myself
to make me regret the choices I made

WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?
You broke me.
But you also left enough space just to keep me hoping
Yes, you broke me.
And I'll never forget the look on your face when I told you I can't keep coping

You ******* broke me.
And it keeps me awake at night
**** it man, it broke me.
Not being able to look in your eye

It broke me.
Always accepting all your excuses
Of course it broke me.
Since all your actions left me with bruises

Did you know the hurt never decreases
The love I gave with my whole heart now shattered into pieces.
And yes, I'm still breaking.
Because a broken heart will forever keep waiting.
Dancing in the spotlight
Was how I envisioned our love,
Forgetting the steps didn't feel right
So I put you above.

I let myself fall,
Just for you to have it all..
So I had to let myself think
Right step, left step,
Couldn't even get the time to blink
Let alone try to accept
That our dance was rhythmless.

Guess I could say that I got lost
Through all the steps that I was taught,
And all the promises you made
Left me wondering if our dance will slowly fade.

The trainer said "let's not give up"
But my mind would get disrupt,
And flood me all about this thinking
That our dance should just keep shrinking.

So now I come here, just to ask
Was this dance used like a mask?
Just to cover all the mess-
Should I have asked for something less ?
Would I be happier? Would it be better?
If we didn't do the dance together,
Cause I'm sitting here, and I don't know
If it's worth continuing the show..
my brain doesn’t understand
that we have no right to exist.
and still, it conjures her —
lips burning from the kiss
where I forget
where I end
and she begins.
this one is about dreaming of the girl i couldn't keep.
July 24, 2025
it takes a village but
what happens when
yours goes up in flames?

And what if I'm the
one holding the match?

I didn't mean to burn this bridge.
something beautiful
a meeting, a night of
talking in whispered
tones, "I love you"
said like a mantra,
you know it was what
I needed to hear,
but you meant it.
Her heart remains
In Winter's ice
Some embers dance—
only to prance
toward Spring's entice

Unknowable are her
heart's desires,
and so she must wait
for Spring's cool fires
to melt away the crystalline
and reveal the love
she yearns to sing

And so, she waits for Spring
BEEZEE 5d
Grief as an interlude.
The in-between performance.
Where shoeless days, wandering forests—
meet
black-dressed, paired farewells.

Where velvet curtains close and draw,
a symphony has long prepared
(for you).

Percussion slices into silence.
Clarinets hum in minor tune.
The bass joins in—they’ve been appointed.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.

The music plays now just for you.
Regret takes center stage.

What wasn’t said.

“What could I do?”

The music begins to fade.
I guess it’s time we see the view
from our heart’s balcony.

Crossing legs and leaning in—
anticipating more…
A special place for all our kin
is bursting from our core.

Cymbals reach the back of room.
The flutes play loud and low.
The composer pulls a handkerchief—
tears and sweat compel this show.

You feel so sorry.
You feel alive.
You feel memories—sharp and sore.
They’re taking bows.
The act has closed.
Another’s passing through death’s door.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.
Grief doesn’t arrive as a finale—it slips in between the acts.
This poem imagines loss as a performance
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