▲ 6 r/OCPoetry
She
She wasn’t made
for silent tears
washed away
in shower drains.
She wasn’t made
for fingers that bleed,
raw lips bitten bloody,
desperate to soothe
through pain.
She wasn’t made
for small spaces,
tucking herself tightly,
leaving no room
to breathe.
This wasn’t
what she was made for.
She was meant
for fairytales
whispered gently
beneath midnight skies.
She was meant
for belly laughs
that rumble deep
and shine brightly
within her eyes.
She was meant
for love and peace,
to find happiness
even in the mundane.
She was meant for more.
But in the end,
she was not made
or meant—
she was forged.
-SK
u/FreeOffice8999 — 6 hours ago