That cut that runs along
my wrist; it has a story
to tell.
That mark that I have on
my waist; it has a history
that scares me.
That blemish that covers
my collarbone; it makes
my soul cold.
And all the scars on
my body, refuse to fade
just like those memories.
The faces of those monsters,
what they did to me,
still haunts me.
These scars never fail in
reminding me of the horror
behind them.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC
Will it be too much
if I ask you to see through my smile;
if I ask you to look into my eyes
and see the pain that lies deep within them?
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
What happened to us? Was it my mistake?
So close we were just a few months before,
and look at what we’ve become now.
We said that we would never change,
together we promised to stay, always.
What happened to us? Was it my mistake?
Loads of ego there is in both of us;
not ready to bend, either of us.
Days pass by and I still wait for you to call;
I wonder, “Do you wait for me too?”
What happened to us? Was it my mistake?
People ask me about you, how you’ve been;
“We don’t talk anymore,” is all I say.
For what else can I say now?
Is there even anything left of us?
What happened to us? Was it my mistake?
Anything I’d do now to get back
again; what we once had.
Everything we’ve been through
still makes me wonder-
What happened to us? Was it my mistake?
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
Oh so tired I am,
can’t wait to go to bed
and, put my aching heart
to rest.
I close my eyes, and
dream my way
into a deep sleep,
so peaceful and calm.
I fall deeper and deeper
into the dark abyss of unknown,
never to come back again,
never to open my eyes again.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
It’s been a year
since we met.
Here’s to more.
I close my eyes, hoping
that you’ll be here
when I open them,
but you’re not.
So many plans we have
for the day when we’ll be
right in front of each other,
for the very first time.
We used to stay up late
just so that we could talk.
Kept making plans all night long
for the day when we’ll meet.
A year it’s been.
There’s more to go
before we can
see each other.
An immense amount of patience
our relationship requires.
Time tries to separate us,
but fails so pathetically.
There’s no label for
what we have.
So pure and innocent it is
what we have.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC