A room that was once clean has transformed to a wreck
stripped off cushion topped with leaves of white and yellow are scribbled all over the nest
along with crumpled pieces of cloth scattered all over that made me reflect
None of these were around when you were here, what was it that you had that made things so clear?
Monsters evolved to demons of illusion, from the way you left me despite all the memories, leaving me thinking of the possible solutions
to escape and be renewed from this scathing dungeon
I shouldn't have let you take control of my heart, my feelings and my emotions
Because now, my thoughts are nothing but a thunder from Zeus: something that was once shining bright until it crashed to destruction
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
I thought I was still special
I guess it isn't what it is now
I've become your form of distraction
I ponder on who else have been treated the same way, and so my thoughts crow
You'd tell me that you are okay when really, you have just been trying to find an escape from the affection your heart has been longing for since the time you lost the warmth from someone else
Hence, I've been so foolish
thinking I was different from the rest.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
There's a storm inside me
it starts every time I hear your laughter in the night,
when I think about the way we changed
from human beings
to some people who can only share
some words written on a cold page;
it's hard to explain how is it that I miss you
when I've never really had you in the first place
and you wouldn't understand
you see
your heart has long forgotten about feelings like these.
still
I hear your voice calling my name
I see you before my eyes
even in my dreams I write you in bleeding lines
and in my waking hours
your smile brings raindrops in my coffee
and tears on the shirt I wear
because once you said that you liked it;
spring brings tulips at my doorstep
but it's hard to feel their perfume
to let their scent in my broken lungs;
people tell me that all I have to do
is breathe
but it's hard to breathe without crying.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
i always knew
there'd be an end
i guess i just
never knew when
i thought our love
would last
but then came the hurt
the words
cut deep
invisible scars
that would keep
me up at night
replaying in my head
all the hurt
you said
you'd never do to me
but there you were
hurting me
instead
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
I'm going to
breathe
a little lighter
now
even if
it wont
last
as long
it might
not even
last
a whole
day
Well, I'll never know.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
I promise to be good to you
I'll be the guy like you've never known
Whose intentions are everything but anything negative
I'll take care of you from flesh to bone
I promise to help you rediscover yourself
I'll be the best friend who'll always be on the lookout
That despite whatever may come against your way
I will be here hoping to make you smile throughout the whole day
I promise to be your guardian angel
That'll guide you in your path
We'll distinguish what's good and what's evil
And I'll make sure nothing bad will be meant to last
I promise to take care of you
Most especially, your heart
That it won't be like an unfinished puzzle, broken just like the way it was once left
Because a heart like yours deserves nothing but the best
I promise to be understanding
Despite how complicated the situation may be
Because nothing in the world can ever replace the love I have for you
Even when your seventy
I promise to wait until you are ready
Ready to give the keys to your heart once more
That even if it'll take the time to find a cure for cancer,
I will be patient until the moment you open the door
But with all these that I've promised, there is only one thing I ask from you:
Promise me that you will remain even if time and distance permits us to come short and lack
For I've already promised one thing before all these
And that is to take the risk of loving you
-even if I am uncertain that you will ever love me back.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
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It makes me look stupid when all I'm doing is making an effort
To talk to you
To be you
To make more memories
with you-
Until eventually I get annoyed at myself
for wanting to talk to you
Cause maybe
you don't see
the worth in me
compared to
how much worth
I see in you.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC