Evan M. Bedford
@evanmbedford.bsky.social
Writer of both poetry and prose
Inspired by: H. P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe
Inspired by: H. P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe
November 9, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Every word I have
written has you
referenced there.
The one to which I wanted
to provide my love and care.
A surreal sight—
that is beyond ordinaire.
A surreal sight—
at which I would often stare.
#poetry
written has you
referenced there.
The one to which I wanted
to provide my love and care.
A surreal sight—
that is beyond ordinaire.
A surreal sight—
at which I would often stare.
#poetry
November 7, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Every word I have
written has you
referenced there.
The one to which I wanted
to provide my love and care.
A surreal sight—
that is beyond ordinaire.
A surreal sight—
at which I would often stare.
#poetry
written has you
referenced there.
The one to which I wanted
to provide my love and care.
A surreal sight—
that is beyond ordinaire.
A surreal sight—
at which I would often stare.
#poetry
I beg and I plead.
Sure that it is you that
I need.
For you
and only you—
I continue to bleed.
These words are not more
abstract than they seem.
I say what I mean.
You refused my love—
that was only kind and clean.
Deprived of what is
beautiful and lean.
#poetry
Sure that it is you that
I need.
For you
and only you—
I continue to bleed.
These words are not more
abstract than they seem.
I say what I mean.
You refused my love—
that was only kind and clean.
Deprived of what is
beautiful and lean.
#poetry
November 5, 2025 at 9:12 PM
I beg and I plead.
Sure that it is you that
I need.
For you
and only you—
I continue to bleed.
These words are not more
abstract than they seem.
I say what I mean.
You refused my love—
that was only kind and clean.
Deprived of what is
beautiful and lean.
#poetry
Sure that it is you that
I need.
For you
and only you—
I continue to bleed.
These words are not more
abstract than they seem.
I say what I mean.
You refused my love—
that was only kind and clean.
Deprived of what is
beautiful and lean.
#poetry
November 3, 2025 at 8:16 PM
I’m sorry for thinking
that I was special to you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that you remembered things
about me that made me unique.
The way that
I remembered you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that I would be accepted into
your life, and that your family
would become mine.
that I was special to you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that you remembered things
about me that made me unique.
The way that
I remembered you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that I would be accepted into
your life, and that your family
would become mine.
November 3, 2025 at 7:34 PM
I’m sorry for thinking
that I was special to you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that you remembered things
about me that made me unique.
The way that
I remembered you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that I would be accepted into
your life, and that your family
would become mine.
that I was special to you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that you remembered things
about me that made me unique.
The way that
I remembered you.
I’m sorry for thinking
that I would be accepted into
your life, and that your family
would become mine.
I find that fake things
don't bring me
solace anymore.
And I only wanted you to be real.
I am left in the emptiness
of what I’ve realized is not.
All of which I've
wished to have forgotten.
don't bring me
solace anymore.
And I only wanted you to be real.
I am left in the emptiness
of what I’ve realized is not.
All of which I've
wished to have forgotten.
November 2, 2025 at 8:46 PM
I find that fake things
don't bring me
solace anymore.
And I only wanted you to be real.
I am left in the emptiness
of what I’ve realized is not.
All of which I've
wished to have forgotten.
don't bring me
solace anymore.
And I only wanted you to be real.
I am left in the emptiness
of what I’ve realized is not.
All of which I've
wished to have forgotten.
I have to change.
I have to not only
tell you that I have,
but I have to show you.
You are more important
to me than anyone.
I have to match your
energy in a way
that I never have before.
I have to give you
the patience that you deserve.
#poetry
I have to not only
tell you that I have,
but I have to show you.
You are more important
to me than anyone.
I have to match your
energy in a way
that I never have before.
I have to give you
the patience that you deserve.
#poetry
October 30, 2025 at 11:27 PM
I have to change.
I have to not only
tell you that I have,
but I have to show you.
You are more important
to me than anyone.
I have to match your
energy in a way
that I never have before.
I have to give you
the patience that you deserve.
#poetry
I have to not only
tell you that I have,
but I have to show you.
You are more important
to me than anyone.
I have to match your
energy in a way
that I never have before.
I have to give you
the patience that you deserve.
#poetry
What is truth?
What is delusion?
I am being denied—
of my inclusion.
She has harmed my mind.
She has harmed my heart.
I am not wanting of
suffering a failure—
as if a taste that is tart.
#poetry
What is delusion?
I am being denied—
of my inclusion.
She has harmed my mind.
She has harmed my heart.
I am not wanting of
suffering a failure—
as if a taste that is tart.
#poetry
October 29, 2025 at 8:23 PM
What is truth?
What is delusion?
I am being denied—
of my inclusion.
She has harmed my mind.
She has harmed my heart.
I am not wanting of
suffering a failure—
as if a taste that is tart.
#poetry
What is delusion?
I am being denied—
of my inclusion.
She has harmed my mind.
She has harmed my heart.
I am not wanting of
suffering a failure—
as if a taste that is tart.
#poetry
I often remember her.
I hold thoughts of her dear.
Though she has become
the one that I most fear.
I fear that if I am to approach her
she will run off like a deer.
She is nearly unlovable.
She is ambiguous and unclear.
I hold thoughts of her dear.
Though she has become
the one that I most fear.
I fear that if I am to approach her
she will run off like a deer.
She is nearly unlovable.
She is ambiguous and unclear.
October 29, 2025 at 12:45 AM
I often remember her.
I hold thoughts of her dear.
Though she has become
the one that I most fear.
I fear that if I am to approach her
she will run off like a deer.
She is nearly unlovable.
She is ambiguous and unclear.
I hold thoughts of her dear.
Though she has become
the one that I most fear.
I fear that if I am to approach her
she will run off like a deer.
She is nearly unlovable.
She is ambiguous and unclear.
She is not evil,
as I may have liked to
have thought.
She has been hurt.
That is why she chose to
hurt me.
I did nothing wrong to deserve it.
I did not have to do anything wrong.
as I may have liked to
have thought.
She has been hurt.
That is why she chose to
hurt me.
I did nothing wrong to deserve it.
I did not have to do anything wrong.
October 28, 2025 at 6:28 PM
She is not evil,
as I may have liked to
have thought.
She has been hurt.
That is why she chose to
hurt me.
I did nothing wrong to deserve it.
I did not have to do anything wrong.
as I may have liked to
have thought.
She has been hurt.
That is why she chose to
hurt me.
I did nothing wrong to deserve it.
I did not have to do anything wrong.
It has been so long since
I’ve talked to you—
That I don’t
feel like I know you.
And that’s
not what I wanted.
Leaving us both alone,
cold and brokenhearted.
You look
as dead as I feel.
You are as if a wound
that will not heal.
#poetry
I’ve talked to you—
That I don’t
feel like I know you.
And that’s
not what I wanted.
Leaving us both alone,
cold and brokenhearted.
You look
as dead as I feel.
You are as if a wound
that will not heal.
#poetry
October 27, 2025 at 6:10 PM
It has been so long since
I’ve talked to you—
That I don’t
feel like I know you.
And that’s
not what I wanted.
Leaving us both alone,
cold and brokenhearted.
You look
as dead as I feel.
You are as if a wound
that will not heal.
#poetry
I’ve talked to you—
That I don’t
feel like I know you.
And that’s
not what I wanted.
Leaving us both alone,
cold and brokenhearted.
You look
as dead as I feel.
You are as if a wound
that will not heal.
#poetry
I cannot fault that person
for acts committed in my dream,
while so horrid and obscene.
Immorality that was
carved into my brain.
Causing their seeing of which
I could not refrain.
Letters that lead me nowhere—
to my brain are now confined.
Visions that were put
into my mind.
for acts committed in my dream,
while so horrid and obscene.
Immorality that was
carved into my brain.
Causing their seeing of which
I could not refrain.
Letters that lead me nowhere—
to my brain are now confined.
Visions that were put
into my mind.
October 25, 2025 at 7:53 PM
I cannot fault that person
for acts committed in my dream,
while so horrid and obscene.
Immorality that was
carved into my brain.
Causing their seeing of which
I could not refrain.
Letters that lead me nowhere—
to my brain are now confined.
Visions that were put
into my mind.
for acts committed in my dream,
while so horrid and obscene.
Immorality that was
carved into my brain.
Causing their seeing of which
I could not refrain.
Letters that lead me nowhere—
to my brain are now confined.
Visions that were put
into my mind.
I don’t feel okay without you
in my view.
The cruelest woman
that I ever knew.
Looking at you
doesn’t feel the same.
Suffering the pain
resulting from your game.
You stab me with your
knives of shame.
Sending out your
actions of blame.
Though I cannot help but
love you just the same.
#poetry
in my view.
The cruelest woman
that I ever knew.
Looking at you
doesn’t feel the same.
Suffering the pain
resulting from your game.
You stab me with your
knives of shame.
Sending out your
actions of blame.
Though I cannot help but
love you just the same.
#poetry
October 24, 2025 at 10:50 PM
I don’t feel okay without you
in my view.
The cruelest woman
that I ever knew.
Looking at you
doesn’t feel the same.
Suffering the pain
resulting from your game.
You stab me with your
knives of shame.
Sending out your
actions of blame.
Though I cannot help but
love you just the same.
#poetry
in my view.
The cruelest woman
that I ever knew.
Looking at you
doesn’t feel the same.
Suffering the pain
resulting from your game.
You stab me with your
knives of shame.
Sending out your
actions of blame.
Though I cannot help but
love you just the same.
#poetry
All I tried to do was love you,
and all you did was hurt me.
I told you everything,
and you told me
nearly nothing.
You took advantage
of a moment of vulnerability.
You stuck a knife in the heart
that was only ever beating for you.
You left me to bleed out of
a wound that you caused me.
#poetry
and all you did was hurt me.
I told you everything,
and you told me
nearly nothing.
You took advantage
of a moment of vulnerability.
You stuck a knife in the heart
that was only ever beating for you.
You left me to bleed out of
a wound that you caused me.
#poetry
October 22, 2025 at 11:19 PM
All I tried to do was love you,
and all you did was hurt me.
I told you everything,
and you told me
nearly nothing.
You took advantage
of a moment of vulnerability.
You stuck a knife in the heart
that was only ever beating for you.
You left me to bleed out of
a wound that you caused me.
#poetry
and all you did was hurt me.
I told you everything,
and you told me
nearly nothing.
You took advantage
of a moment of vulnerability.
You stuck a knife in the heart
that was only ever beating for you.
You left me to bleed out of
a wound that you caused me.
#poetry
Why would I bother to
talk to another woman?
When they will just
trample over my heart.
Kicking it in the dirt,
just to cause me more hurt,
I knew that they would from the start.
Why would I bother to
talk to another woman?
talk to another woman?
When they will just
trample over my heart.
Kicking it in the dirt,
just to cause me more hurt,
I knew that they would from the start.
Why would I bother to
talk to another woman?
October 22, 2025 at 11:17 PM
Why would I bother to
talk to another woman?
When they will just
trample over my heart.
Kicking it in the dirt,
just to cause me more hurt,
I knew that they would from the start.
Why would I bother to
talk to another woman?
talk to another woman?
When they will just
trample over my heart.
Kicking it in the dirt,
just to cause me more hurt,
I knew that they would from the start.
Why would I bother to
talk to another woman?
My love for you is never leaving.
My heart for you is forever grieving.
Admiration for you
that is beyond conceiving.
That you still love me,
is what I am still believing.
We were so perfect,
before your tragic leaving.
My heart for you is forever grieving.
Admiration for you
that is beyond conceiving.
That you still love me,
is what I am still believing.
We were so perfect,
before your tragic leaving.
October 21, 2025 at 1:42 AM
My love for you is never leaving.
My heart for you is forever grieving.
Admiration for you
that is beyond conceiving.
That you still love me,
is what I am still believing.
We were so perfect,
before your tragic leaving.
My heart for you is forever grieving.
Admiration for you
that is beyond conceiving.
That you still love me,
is what I am still believing.
We were so perfect,
before your tragic leaving.
She has not come back to me,
though I hope she will.
I will be here waiting—
for her still.
I want to talk to her,
but not if it’s against her will.
I have genuinely loved her,
more than I have loved anyone.
She fills me with optimism,
that shines brighter than the Sun.
though I hope she will.
I will be here waiting—
for her still.
I want to talk to her,
but not if it’s against her will.
I have genuinely loved her,
more than I have loved anyone.
She fills me with optimism,
that shines brighter than the Sun.
October 18, 2025 at 10:51 PM
She has not come back to me,
though I hope she will.
I will be here waiting—
for her still.
I want to talk to her,
but not if it’s against her will.
I have genuinely loved her,
more than I have loved anyone.
She fills me with optimism,
that shines brighter than the Sun.
though I hope she will.
I will be here waiting—
for her still.
I want to talk to her,
but not if it’s against her will.
I have genuinely loved her,
more than I have loved anyone.
She fills me with optimism,
that shines brighter than the Sun.
I long for her presence.
I long for her to come back.
When all of the color—
fades to black.
No one can say that she is.
No one can say that she is not.
I just hope that I am not
the one that she has forgot.
My love has left me in the cold.
The cruelest fate that was ever told.
I long for her to come back.
When all of the color—
fades to black.
No one can say that she is.
No one can say that she is not.
I just hope that I am not
the one that she has forgot.
My love has left me in the cold.
The cruelest fate that was ever told.
October 14, 2025 at 8:43 PM
I long for her presence.
I long for her to come back.
When all of the color—
fades to black.
No one can say that she is.
No one can say that she is not.
I just hope that I am not
the one that she has forgot.
My love has left me in the cold.
The cruelest fate that was ever told.
I long for her to come back.
When all of the color—
fades to black.
No one can say that she is.
No one can say that she is not.
I just hope that I am not
the one that she has forgot.
My love has left me in the cold.
The cruelest fate that was ever told.
She is my love.
She is my dream.
That is why this separation
feels so obscene.
I was always loving.
I was always clean.
I truly wonder how she
justifies treating me so mean.
#poetry
She is my dream.
That is why this separation
feels so obscene.
I was always loving.
I was always clean.
I truly wonder how she
justifies treating me so mean.
#poetry
October 13, 2025 at 7:56 PM
She is my love.
She is my dream.
That is why this separation
feels so obscene.
I was always loving.
I was always clean.
I truly wonder how she
justifies treating me so mean.
#poetry
She is my dream.
That is why this separation
feels so obscene.
I was always loving.
I was always clean.
I truly wonder how she
justifies treating me so mean.
#poetry
October 13, 2025 at 6:36 PM
October 13, 2025 at 6:29 PM
When even the loving and kind—
turn evil and cruel.
When even her kindness—
was only a tool.
She has made me into her fool.
She has caused my blood
to form into a pool.
When only to hurt me—
was what she had to gain.
She has inflicted upon me—
an unrelenting pain.
turn evil and cruel.
When even her kindness—
was only a tool.
She has made me into her fool.
She has caused my blood
to form into a pool.
When only to hurt me—
was what she had to gain.
She has inflicted upon me—
an unrelenting pain.
October 13, 2025 at 3:18 AM
When even the loving and kind—
turn evil and cruel.
When even her kindness—
was only a tool.
She has made me into her fool.
She has caused my blood
to form into a pool.
When only to hurt me—
was what she had to gain.
She has inflicted upon me—
an unrelenting pain.
turn evil and cruel.
When even her kindness—
was only a tool.
She has made me into her fool.
She has caused my blood
to form into a pool.
When only to hurt me—
was what she had to gain.
She has inflicted upon me—
an unrelenting pain.
How could she treat me that way?
How could she still feel okay?
It does not feel right.
I do not understand.
To just be heard
was not a large demand.
I feel alone.
I was broken.
How could she still feel okay?
It does not feel right.
I do not understand.
To just be heard
was not a large demand.
I feel alone.
I was broken.
October 11, 2025 at 6:44 AM
How could she treat me that way?
How could she still feel okay?
It does not feel right.
I do not understand.
To just be heard
was not a large demand.
I feel alone.
I was broken.
How could she still feel okay?
It does not feel right.
I do not understand.
To just be heard
was not a large demand.
I feel alone.
I was broken.
Maybe she is never
coming back.
Maybe she never
loved me.
I made her more important
than she ever made me.
I made her more important
than she ever was.
My heart continues
to bleed for her.
She continues on
without a care.
Into her eyes—
I still often stare.
coming back.
Maybe she never
loved me.
I made her more important
than she ever made me.
I made her more important
than she ever was.
My heart continues
to bleed for her.
She continues on
without a care.
Into her eyes—
I still often stare.
October 9, 2025 at 10:27 PM
Maybe she is never
coming back.
Maybe she never
loved me.
I made her more important
than she ever made me.
I made her more important
than she ever was.
My heart continues
to bleed for her.
She continues on
without a care.
Into her eyes—
I still often stare.
coming back.
Maybe she never
loved me.
I made her more important
than she ever made me.
I made her more important
than she ever was.
My heart continues
to bleed for her.
She continues on
without a care.
Into her eyes—
I still often stare.
October 9, 2025 at 9:57 PM