This Is How You Will Hurt by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
This Is How You Will Hurt
This is how you will hurt.
It will be a sunny day and you are still in your room, your curtains drawn to keep the light out, your body shaking under a blanket that just won’t warm you up, but then again, you haven’t felt warm since the day it happened. It is like he took every bit of warmth from your soul, and the only way you will ever feel warm again is if the entire sun grew inside of you.
Your mother is knocking on the door. You pretend you don’t hear her. Your greatest deception since it happened is trying so hard to be normal, and today you do not have the energy for it.
Today, you are going to stare into the darkes
Why The Sun Rises And Sets: A Myth by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
Why The Sun Rises And Sets: A Myth
The way I grieve for you is not loud.
It is not a cry in the dark,
a wail to those who love me,
a breakdown made of tears and apologies
and ‘why is this happening to me’s.
Instead, my grief is a silent killer.
It suffocates me in the night.
I feel it poison my lungs
every time I draw in breath.
I feel it wrap its cold dark hands
around my barely beating heart,
squeeze until it needs to gasp to restart
and yet it does not speak.
My grief is silent,
so others think it doesn’t exist.
They look at the unbreakable mask I wear
on my face without realising my insides scream.
They wonder if I ever loved you
the way y
i.
We found each other like hope
on the coldest, darkest day of January.
You took my hands, eyes soft like the clouds
before rain and promised me a whole life
that was not yours to give.
No one had taught you
about borrowed forevers.
No one had taught me about people
like you who looked like homes
but were quicksand instead.
ii.
This is how we ended:
I stopped talking
but you didn’t notice
because you stopped listening
long ago.
iii.
People fall in such deep, dark love
with each other that they forget
that love is a perishable thing.
They hold on long past the love growing bad
until one of them finally catches scen
We loved like Hera and Zeus.
Tricking each other into thinking
the other would better us, cure us
and that ours was a love
which would last so long
that we could take each other,
our bodies and souls for granted.
An endless chasm had opened
between us before we realised
we had convinced each other
our blood ran immortal ichor
Yet there wasn’t
a drop of it between us
This is what a borrowed forever
looks like; the person you love most
falling into a chasm you both created
and you are too far to save them.
In the end
there were no Gods
to save us.
We had killed them all.
12 Reasons You Are Nothing Like Your Hero Hercules by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
12 Reasons You Are Nothing Like Your Hero Hercules
1.
You were so torrentially toxic to me
I had to slice my own veins to get you out.
2.
There was more chaos in the way you loved me
than there was in the winding weather storm
that broke every window in the house we called home,
you turned that home into a house.
3.
You claimed momentary insanity,
like your hero Hercules,
the day you used your fists for the first time,
the same insanity that plagued Hercules
when he slew everyone he loved.
I wonder if there was a storm
where he lived that day too.
4.
Harbinger made of hemlock and heartache,
hurricane made of hurt and heartbreak,
you were Hera’s lesson of harm and habit
To The Men Who Burnt Witches by UntamedUnwanted, literature
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To The Men Who Burnt Witches
There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.
Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.
Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.
History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you di
In Which I Finally Find A Good Man by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
In Which I Finally Find A Good Man
I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems.
I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate.
I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems.
Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams
and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury,
and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft
and summer dresses and vodka laughter.
I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both,
no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage
even if her heart is made of tissue silk.
Girls who are both, are too volatile, too painful to love.
So I keep he
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl
1.
The difference between being thin and being skinny
is that when you’re skinny,
everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat.
As if you are deliberately starving yourself.
As if they are soldiers
and you are a war they must win,
food instead of guns in their hands.
2.
Seven years ago, when I first realised
that I couldn’t sleep on my side anymore
because my hipbones cut like knives into my skin,
that I could count every single one of my ribs,
I ate everything I found in the fridge till I threw up,
and my mother assumed I was doing it on purpose.
It took me three sessions of intensive therapy
to convince the th