Melancholicpoetry Stories

Shitty Poetry of The Girl Everybody Hates

In this prosaic poetry, the melancholic words takes us through a sad journey of the poet persona; Adiha.

Unspoken words I've never told you, they create an endless abyss inside of me. If I could tell you, I would, but I know this is the point of no return. Who was the bad one here, was it me or was it you? I never wanted this to happen, but who was I to prevent it? And what would you think or say now if you read it?

This is not a love story. This is what happens after. A collection of poems about being loved, broken, and slowly rebuilt by the aftermath of it all. About the version of me that believed in promises... and the one that had to survive them. He said I would find something better. He said I would be okay. But no one talks about what it feels like to lose yourself while trying to love someone else. This is for the friends who watched me change. For the parts of me I had to leave behind. And for the person I'm still becoming. Some things don't end with goodbye. Some things end with learning how to be new.

Thank you @cwij_verse for writing with me, it was a heartwarming experience! Collaboration of two poets continents apart, sharing deep melancholy that makes us feel alive.

A raw reflection on identity, masks we wear, and the fleeting nature of existence. Lines made of truth, life lived in lies - this piece dives into paradoxes, hidden scars, and the urgency to embrace who you truly are before time dissolves everything. A journey through starlit nights, unspoken emotions, and the quiet courage of becoming yourself.

Beneath the glow of a fading moon, petals fall like secrets- each one carrying the weight of a memory too heavy to hold. In this collection of poems, love blooms in shadow, grief grows in silence, and hope flickers like candlelight in a storm. Every verse drips with longing, loss and the quiet magic found in the spaces between. A Thousand Dark Petals is a journey through the fragile, haunting beauty of the human heart- where every wound becomes a flower, and every flower, a story.