Do not build a ladder
when I fall into the abyss—
I did not call for climbing.
The thorn in me
is not a riddle to solve,
nor a window to repair.
I am thunder, not your project-
rain needing witness,
not your umbrella.
When I say I’m drowning,
do not throw ropes of reason.
Let me sink into your silence—
weightless, unrescued, yet unalone.
Be the shore that does not move
as my waves thrash and settle.
My pain is not a puzzle.
Don’t match it to your pieces.
It is a wild bird—
let it wheel, let it scream, let it land
uncaged cage on wild earth.
You see my storm
and lash advice like scaffolding,
but I need someone
to taste the torrent,
to say yes—it bites, and burns,
not someone who murmurs
“you should have stayed inside.”
To love me is to shhh,
to hold space as sacred,
to hear with your cells,
not just your ears.
Every raindrop shouts, drumming on the roof
Its violent rhythm embraces the heavy air
Strumming monotonously on a pale glass window,
I'm lying in bed, his smile still plays on my head
Indulging myself in sentiment, I reminisce how he stared...
so sweet as freshly baked gooey butter cake.
'Twas yesterday when I glimpsed his face through the door.
My heart beat too fast, what a dumb coward I was.
I've just felt lifeless for he stole my soul
Please unchain my heart, completely trapped.
Despite the noise of rain, it's still a melody with no tone.
I should say "it's enough" in a flood of tears,
unrescued and drowned to the sound of silence.
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