|| The Witch Bleeds, The World Burns ||

Some days your heart just breaks in two,

No warning signs, no fucking clue.

You fall like stars, no wish to keep,

Just memories that crawl and weep.

A slideshow runs behind your eyes—

Of whispered truths and pretty lies.

You pause and ask, “Am I just sad?”

Or is this grief gone fucking mad?

Because deep within, you map the ache,

Each bruise, each thrill, each damn heartbreak.

The warmth of limbs once wrapped around,

Now echo like a ghostly sound.

The house you called a home has fled,

A metaphor now in your head.

And all you do is not break down,

Just wear your pain like a fucking crown.

You humble up, you face the jest,

You treat this life like some weird test—

Where irony meets punk-ass fate,

And dunderhead truths always show up late.

The job feels new, the buzz feels bright,

Until addiction says goodnight.

Then numbness knocks, and you just lie,

Howling truths into the sky.

One minute it’s hunger, the next it’s touch,

Cravings that don’t say much—

Because deep inside, you only yearn

For someone whose love won’t twist and turn.

No fucking façades, no damn disguise,

Just someone who sees your storm-lit skies.

But here you stand with arms outstretched,

At crossroads where your heart’s been etched.

You wonder—if love came knocking now,

Would you know it, or just disavow?

Would you see it through the bloody haze

Of PMS-fueled, soul-drenched days?

Because damn, periods mess you up—

The mind, the heart, the sacred cup.

And yet without that monthly sting,

You’d never feel everything.

So let the tears fall like rain,

Let curses echo with your pain.

You’re not broken, just deeply real—

A mystic who dares to fucking feel.

#moonshines 🌙