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The crown 👑
on a clown 🤡 The 👑 on the 🤡 by MissT Why did I give a crown to a clown,And call his chaos love?Why paint his tricks as destiny,And bless the fool above? He juggled lies like candied truth,And wore my heart for show;A circus built on empty vows,Where laughter masked the blow. I danced…
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the parasite
“The Parasite”by MissT I built you temples out of sorrow,Lit candles with my breath,Prayed you’d wake a god tomorrow —You only worshipped death. You drank the moon to drown your guilt,And bled your dreams for wine.I fed your hunger, soft and spilt,Till ruin became divine. Your kiss was opium, dark and sweet,A venom dressed in…
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keep some back
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Reconnecting to Who I Am
Reconnecting to Who I Am by MissT I’m reconnecting to who I am — to my youth, my memories, and the young woman who once fled her life to live in Cardiff. I ran from a drunken mother, an absent father, and the grief of losing my grandmother — the woman I loved more than…
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🌼 The Yellow Kitchen
For Elsie and Jack by MissT Intro: Before the chaos, before the heartbreaks and all the things that hardened me, there was her. My grandmother, Elsie. The first and purest love I ever knew. Her house was small, her heart enormous. She taught me that kindness doesn’t need to shout, that grace can live quietly…
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50s and beyond
This isn’t the life I pictured at 55 — and that’s okay. Once upon a time, I thought by now I’d have it all neatly tied up — husband, mortgage, career, the works. Been there. Done that. Burned the T-shirt. 😆 Now? I’m a single parent renting the same little house I’ve called home for…
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Chapel of Ashes
💔 Intro There comes a moment when love stops being a lifeline and becomes a weight.When healing turns into self-erasure, and you realise that devotion without respect is a slow death disguised as care. This poem was written in that moment of awakening — when I finally saw the truth not through his eyes, but…
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Blood stained guilt
If you can’t say it to my face,then don’t say it at all.I know what goes on behind closed doorsyou’re waiting for the fall. Keep waiting, keep watching,let the seasons spin and pass.The memories I holdfall like fire on broken glass. Don’t think I’ll shrink or witherbecause your words cut deep.I learned a lonely strength…
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when the silence
When the Silence Spoke Louder Than Applause by MissT You’d think that after everything, I’d stop expecting people to show up for me.But I still did. Maybe because we laughed in school corridors once. Maybe because we shared crisps and crushes and the kind of loyalty you think will last forever. So when I finally…
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forever love
I loved him once.In the mirror, I didn’t see me — I saw him.His reflection tangled with mine, dark threads weaving through my bones.His eyes, his smile, the colour of our hair — all of it alive inside me, impossible to separate. Across the schoolyard, my heart trembled like a moth trapped against glass, fragile,…
