Spilledink Stories

I fell in love with someone who loved being loved.

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

> These aren't poems. They're confessions disguised as sentences. Thoughts I was never supposed to say out loud - but they burned too loudly to stay inside. This is about loving too hard, hurting too deeply, and realizing that sometimes the scariest thing is not someone else... but what they make you feel. If you read this, read it gently. These pages are not perfect - they're honest. © 2025 by Sumie (Swati). All stories on this profile are original works. Please respect the author's rights-no copying, reposting, or plagiarism without permission. Thank you!

We all long to express our emotions and our feelings in an uninhibited way, don't we ? Dive in to find the poems written by me which will not only leave you shattered but at the same time you will want more. Comments and thoughts are appreciated. Would definitely like "Constructive Criticism".

Dear My Heart, I will never stop loving you not today, not tomorrow, not even in the quiet years when our paths no longer meet.

Just some memories, close to being forgotten.

we sit on rooftops and write our daydreams on the tiles of our roof at night till it's filled with black scribbles so the skies could learn to read so the ants would have new roads so this house would be just another book ° short stories and poetry about everything and nothing at the same time

The thing about growing up is that you never really stop growing up. It's constant - continuous. It's difficult in a way that nothing else is. It doesn't get any easier whether you're seven, seventeen, or seventy. How to (not) adult. Both can be found here.

pain

♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in spilled thoughts - 1 Highest rank in spilled ink - 1 Highest rank in poetry - 3} Sorry I don't use fancy fonts.

i loved you then, i love you now and i think i always will. an anthology dedicated to him ✨

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

This story is a prequel to my last story "The Missing key". You can read The Missing key on my Instagram #my_pen_shares https://instagram.com/my_pen_shares?utm_source=ig_profile_share&igshid=mdtuwyag6ods

Collection of gathered stanzas over some random topics. (All are standalone)

Continuation of Deadly Games. Poems mainly about mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, bpd, and OCD

Highest Ranking #8 Winner of Best Nature Poem Award- Midas Touch (By @earnestycommunity Poetry Awards) Feelings can never be expressed by words But they can surely be shared.Happy Reading these lovely lines and poetic writeups :) Do let me know how they touched you.Your comments and perceptions are most awaited.

Learned lessons written and signed with a bloody hand.

A collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form

Based on moments.

A tale of contrast and completion-where black meets white, and love finds balance. Two souls-one in ink, one in color-finding harmony through love. A poetic dance of contrasts-where light meets shadow and love paints the perfect picture. In the quiet clash of black and white, they find the colors of love.