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My Red FlagsIf you ever fall in love with someone like me There’s something you should know before you get too close.I d...
27/04/2025

My Red Flags

If you ever fall in love with someone like me
There’s something you should know before you get too close.
I don’t come wrapped in warnings, or with ribbons and bows.
I come as glass barely holding shape,
as a heart that’s learned more about endings than it ever did about escape.

I was built on trust issues stitched into my skin—
each scar a souvenir from where belief wore thin.
I learned early that love wasn’t solid ground,
it was a trapdoor waiting for the right weight to bring it down.

So now, when someone leans in too far,
I flinch.
I grip tighter than I should,
I call too much, love too hard,
then the moment I see even the smallest crack—
a missed word, a distant laugh—
I start packing my heart without ever moving back.

It’s not just romantic love where I draw my lines—
I watch how you treat your people, your ties, your binds.
Because if you can’t hold them close, protect what’s yours,
how can I believe you won’t let me slip through the same cracked doors?

I’m not proud of it.
I know clinginess isn’t cute once it turns to fear,
once love starts feeling like a burden you didn’t volunteer.

I wish you could see it the way I live it:
every smile I give is an IOU I’m scared you’ll forget.
Every "I'm here for you" is a promise I expect you to regret.

Because underneath whatever you think you see—
the laughter, the loyalty, the poetry—
I’m just a ticking time bomb in a field of glass,
waiting for love to step wrong,
waiting for me to shatter,
waiting for you to pass.

You won’t notice the demons right away.
They’re quiet at first, polite even—
they wait for the day you call me "safe"
so they can smile and ask you if you meant it.

And when you realize you didn’t—
or maybe you did but you’re tired—
I’ll already be halfway gone,
blaming you for the fire.

So maybe you should go.
Maybe you should save yourself the ache,
the slow erosion,
the quiet heartbreak.

Or maybe you’ll stay.
And if you do, God bless the fools who love the broken,
who stay knowing the ground is already frozen.

Just… don’t promise forever.
Forever is too heavy for someone made of glass.
Just promise you’ll be careful—
if you must love me,
love me knowing I won’t last.

K!D

17/02/2025

🖊️ 📄

The Deepest Shallow LoveAh, love—our favorite liar, the world’s most poetic con artist. At first glance, it's all roses ...
09/01/2025

The Deepest Shallow Love

Ah, love—our favorite liar, the world’s most poetic con artist. At first glance, it's all roses and sunsets, with violins playing in the background and hearts floating like balloons. But beneath its glittery surface lies a cavern filled with shards of promises, each one sharper than Cupid's arrow.

They tell you love is deep. "It's not skin-deep!" they proclaim, "It's a soul connection!" But let’s face it—love’s “depth” is just a clever marketing ploy. It’s less of an ocean and more of a puddle that just looks reflective when the lighting’s right. You step in, expecting Atlantis, and end up ankle-deep in lukewarm water, wondering why your shoes are soggy.

Love whispers sweet nothings into your ear, promising forever. It paints castles in the sky, only to hand you a broom and say, “Good luck building this!” You’ll work tirelessly, stacking bricks made of trust and mortar made of hope, only for love to show up one day with a wrecking ball named Disappointment.

Then comes the brokenness, the kind poets romanticize but no one enjoys. You’ll stare at your reflection in the shattered glass of what used to be your heart, wondering how something so “deep” could make you feel so hollow. But fear not! Love has a solution: more love. Because nothing says "heal your wounds" like another round of emotional roulette.

We idealize love like it’s the cure to all ailments. But maybe—just maybe—love is the flu in disguise, a fever dream of warmth and connection before it leaves you bedridden and questioning every decision you've ever made. They say love makes you whole, but it’s just as likely to leave you in pieces, scavenging for the parts of yourself you gave away.

Still, we chase it. Because the truth about love isn’t that it’s deep or shallow, but that it’s irresistible. It’s the flame we can’t stop touching, even after it burns. After all, who doesn’t want to believe in something that looks so beautiful on the surface, even if it’s destined to drown you in

its depths?

Tha misfit

05/06/2024

UNTITLED

In English, we say, "I love you," with feelings pure,
But in poetry, let me craft a love so sure.
In every breath, in every sigh,
My love for you will never die.

In English, we say, "I love you," in simple phrase,
But in poetry, let me sing your endless praise.
Your beauty, like a rare gemstone,
In your presence, I feel truly known.

In English, we say, "I love you," with whispered vow,
But in poetry, let me show you how.
Your laughter, like a melody divine,
In your arms, my heart finds its line.

In English, we say, "I love you," with tender care,
But in poetry, let me lay it bare.
For in your eyes, my world's reborn,
In your love, I am forever sworn.
@ the misfit

FROM THE BOX OF POMES I COULD NEVER TELL YOUmemories linger, like a spell on replay,Scattered verses, lost in love's fre...
04/03/2024

FROM THE BOX OF POMES I COULD NEVER TELL YOU

memories linger, like a spell on replay,
Scattered verses, lost in love's freeway.
Healing this heartache, a tough little game,
But nah, ain't chasing after what's not the same.

We started sweet, love in full bloom,
Trials hit, like impending doom.
The end came, a bitter twist of fate,
No rewinds here, I won't recreate.

Untangling emotions, it's a messy chore,
Exploring threads, emotions galore.
In the chaos, a potion to subdue,
But the past? Nah, not my avenue.

No backtracking, no reverse,
Letting go, for better or worse.
Sounds simple, but complexities brew,
Breaking free from what was once our view.

14/02/2024

IS VALENTINES A SCAM ⚠️
Check the first comment👌

29/01/2024

FOLLOW AND LIKE

07/09/2023

A lot of people have lost good years staying loyal to a toxic partner.
Can you relate?🤔

06/09/2023

Nobody is empty. You are either occupied by Christ or by the devil.
🤭🤔

-HANDSOME SAVAGE, UGLY SCARS -Time flies but not in the SkyManifesting a lava into a Butterfly 🦋Welcoming memories only ...
11/07/2023

-HANDSOME SAVAGE, UGLY SCARS -

Time flies but not in the Sky
Manifesting a lava into a Butterfly 🦋
Welcoming memories only to say goodbye 👋
Waiting for a promise till I die

Sunrise came but no Light🕯️
Dreams flew away like a kite
I had a vision but lost Sight
Surrounded by noise yet quiet
It rained blessings with a drought

Am a train setter without a Rail
A self convict without Bail
Not a patient yet unwell
With empty letters in my Mail 📬
Docket 102 in a Cell

Eyes with no tears yet I Cry😭
Lips with the truth yet I Lie
I feel low on a mountain so High 🏔️
I have no answers to the question,WHY?
WHO AM I?

HANDSOME SAVAGE, UGLY SCARS
POELaurence Arturo K***a K***a ✍🏽

MEMORIES In a room secluded, behind walls so high,I find solace in pictures that make memories fly.For the past holds a ...
05/06/2023

MEMORIES

In a room secluded, behind walls so high,
I find solace in pictures that make memories fly.
For the past holds a comfort, a warm embrace,
Where moving forward feels like a tiresome race.

In this dark corner, where shadows reside,
I sit and ponder, where my heart can hide.
Locked away from the world, I dwell alone,
Yet I hold the key, for it's my choice to atone.

Some may think I'm trapped, but that's not true,
I simply choose to stay, where solitude grew.
Save me, they say, from this self-made cell,
But freedom lies within, in the stories I tell.

Each photograph speaks a thousand words,
A tapestry of emotions, like singing birds.
They whisper tales of joy and of sorrow,
Moments frozen in time, promising no tomorrow.

In these frozen frames, my life unfolds,
The laughter, the tears, the stories untold.
I journey through time, without taking a step,
Living in the past, where my heart finds its depth.

Moving forward may be a constant hustle,
But here in this sanctuary, my spirit doesn't tussle.
I bask in the comfort these pictures bestow,
Creating a haven where my soul can glow.

So, waste not your time, trying to set me free,
For in this locked room, I find my glee.
I'm not trapped, my friend, it's a choice I've made,
To live in these pictures, where memories never fade.
The pen and paper

The Poet Birthday The art that breathes BirthdayBoy NP
19/05/2023

The Poet Birthday
The art that breathes
BirthdayBoy NP

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