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[dariasynn]

You taste like whiskey, smooth and burning all at once, a warmth that settles deep in my chest, and lingers even when you’re gone.

One sip of you is never enough. I drink you in, knowing you’re a vice, but you drown out everything else, and I’ve grown to love the taste you leave behind.

You make my head spin, make me reckless, bold, you’re a slow burn, a fire that’s both comfort and poison, and I don’t know if I want to stop.

But there’s danger in craving you, the way you wrap around my thoughts, a steady haze that clouds my sense. I know the price of indulgence, the fall that follows the high, yet still, I raise the glass and choose the blur of you over the clarity of anything else.

- daria synn

[dariasynn]

i was not made for gentleness. i was made for trembling hands and lips that hesitate before they fall apart on mine.

i was made to be broken with ceremony, to be loved like destruction masquerading as devotion.

there is a hunger in me that does not sleep. a fever stitched into marrow. a mouth that cannot name what it craves but opens anyway.

give me the man who calls me his undoing with reverence in his voice. the one who holds my name like a blade between his teeth and drags it across his tongue until it tastes like blood and prayer.

let me be the reason he forgets how to be good. let me be the fire he walks into willingly, knowing full well he will burn.

i will never be full. not with love. not with lust. not even with ruin.

you could give me everything, your trust, your cruelty, and i would still beg for the part that hurts the most.

because i do not want to be saved. i want to be consumed. i want the kind of ache that teaches me i am still alive.

because i am insatiable. and you are the only sin i would die to taste again.

- daria synn

[dariasynn]

The cigarettes didn’t love you. They burned your lungs, left ashes where promises should be.

The weed didn’t love you. It blurred the edges, made you forget how to hold me back.

The vodka didn’t love you. It drowned your pain, but it drowned me too.

The Adderall didn’t love you. It made you focused, but never on me.

The meth didn’t love you. It hollowed you out, turned you into someone I couldn’t recognize.

I spent my whole life trying to be better than the things that ruined you, trying to outlove, outshine, outlast every pill, every bottle, every high.

And still, I love you. I love you in ways that have left me empty, in ways that have torn me apart just to hold you together.

But the cruelest part? You’d let it kill you before you ever chose me.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

If there is a version of me that makes it out, tell her I never meant to leave her behind. Tell her I tried. Tell her I fought for air until my lungs caved in, until my hands were raw from clawing at the exit that never existed.

Tell her I wanted to be her. That I wanted to wake up one day and not carry the weight of every ghost that still sleeps in my bed, not flinch at the sound of my own name, not feel like a trespasser in my own skin.

But I am tired. God, I am tired. And no one tells you that sometimes, trying isn’t enough. That sometimes, the fire wins. That sometimes, you stand in the wreckage for so long you forget you ever wanted to leave.

So if you find her— the girl who made it, the girl who doesn’t look over her shoulder, who isn’t haunted by hands she can’t see, who doesn’t taste blood when she speaks— don’t tell her about me.

Let her think I was never real. Let her be free of the weight of who I could have been. Let her go.

And if you can— please, God— let me go too.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

Your words press heavy against my ribs, self doubt carving a home in my throat.

Do you see the way I shrink beneath your certainty, how your voice dims my light? How I swallow my tongue to keep the peace?

Love should not be a war where victory means making me feel small. If you must stand so tall, must it always be to tower over me?

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

When did being right matter more than being kind?

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

I don’t pray to any god but I would worship you until my knees give out.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

Pain is a poet, turning your suffering into words someone else might understand.

It gathers your heartbreak, your quiet anguish, and molds it into art, into something almost beautiful.

But pain is selfish, it never asks if you want to be its muse.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

Stop waiting for someone to rescue you, the only hand that can save you, is your own.

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999

[dariasynn]

- Sylvia Plath

[dariasynn]

Sometimes I ruin what I'm trying to say by Making use of Too many Words

[dariasynn]

I held a knife to my own reflection, a mercy killing for the girl I could no longer bear to be. But she didn’t flinch, she just wept, soft and unbroken, and whispered

“It’s not me you’re angry at. It’s the world that taught you to hate yourself in my skin.”

- Daria Synn

[dariasynn]

A knife to skin,

sharp and precise,

unveiling the truth

beneath the surface.

A pen to paper,

flowing ink,

capturing thoughts that

dance in silence.

[dariasynn]

Heavy Is The Sin

The weight on my chest is comforting.

The weight on my soul is torture.

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