Reciprocated, your love for Dave.
Unrequited, my love for you.
If only you had chosen me,
you wouldn't be pouring rain
through those veins
to your innocent heart
and I wouldn't be here,
on this barren land where
these woeful, wretched, wilted roses
are yearning for a drop of water.
Baby, even if I traded my soul,
would I ever be enough for you
for I wasn't your drug,
and your drug didn't seem to love you
the way you loved him.
If only you had taken a chance with me,
even for a second, baby,
I would have taken you
to where you belonged;
heaven, my Aphrodite.
The yellow hues would have welcomed you
and I wouldn't have felt the seasons transmute so painfully
if only,
if only,
if only you said yes to heaven
and no to him.
I am dancing on my own,
watching you from afar
to this melody my heart created
that is screaming
till death do me apart.
And there you are
scented with cigars,
high on Dave, your ******
yet,
you apologize to him
for a million times
for not being able to be his voodoo doll.
Darling, I am sorry but
I need an end to this undying love
even if loving you was the sanest thing I did.
I am sorry, baby,
but I am turning out these lights
and plucking out the days from your garden
and refilling it with the nights
so I could be Dave even if it's for a split second.
You know, I know,
that I am wrong
but all I need is a chance to proof my
insanity from this anonymity.
I will love you forever,
I will love you forever
but not as much as Icarus loved the sun,
wings melted, falling.
But, I love you.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
How do you maintain your edge in all of these idealism that has been clinging to you, these chains of insecurities holding you back. Tell me, darling, how do you make sure that you grow from all of that ache in a heartbeat? How do you win against this gravity of "I can't be enough's" that are pulling you down, down to this magnetic apocalypse that is giving birth to these shrines constructed of these holy tears that I can no longer hold. Through those heart wrenching words that I read everyday, I know, I with a fatal dream, am not the only one who is slowly fading away in this brokenness, losing his religion and flying one-winged. My lord, my hands conjoined together, my body bowing in front of you, my soul in your hands, I wish for one thing: could you tell me a remedy to make sure that I can breathe again and break myself free from the yesterday's that try to define me. Cleanse me and make my soul human again such that when I close my eyes, I don't transmute into a bipolar, with constant change in these moods that I no longer feel control of. Mi amor, are you planning for Satan to sing me all of those locked up lyrics that I have written when I had kerosene all over my body, the matchstick lying just near the corner. Is that what you want? If not, just tell me how do you keep your edge?
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
Baby, do you want me to
be your chevalier and
walk you down the aisle,
towards him, your peony?
I am okay with you refusing
an already condemned proposal,
But, move to the side
and leave a fragment of space
for me
while I witness the last part of your
silhouette leave me behind.
Honey, permit me to
make your favorite coffee
for you one last time,
lit up that cigarette for you
and you can blow me out
like its fumes
but I will stay with you
like its smell.
Don’t leave me.
Not yet, not now.
Aren’t you supposed to be
my china doll,
so why are you trying to
unpave this path we once created?
Try not to wear that
veil to blind yourself from the
brokenness you created
in front of you, me.
Let it for once
play the role to fill that void,
and let it’s light twirl you
into realizing that heaven isn’t him.
Baby,
Baby,
Baby,
say no to Alex,
And yes to me.
Else move to the side
and leave a fragment of space
for me
while I witness the last part of your
silhouette leave me behind
and you
witness me gulping these
rainbow of pills,
burning down this undefined feeling. -
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
I dream about the summer times,
Where the yellow hues were
Luring us
Around sunflowers,
That were yellow
to the depth of their cores,
Telling us how they missed
seeing us together.
But, now that you are gone
And I am here,
The yellow hues aren’t yellow anymore,
The sunflowers aren’t yellow anymore,
They talk about how they are
Turning grey, grey like the ashes
That you turned out to be.
Oh, dayou,
Leaving behind the only thing you couldn’t take with you,
Me.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
I see the waves
as I close my eyes,
calming me down,
whispering in the air
That the flowers that once were wilted
Are now bathing in the sun,
slowly rising again.
- The waves before your wrist.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
Drip by drip
You try to touch me
Step by step
I try to move away from you
Drop by drop
You muddy my trail
Foot by foot
I step on it
Piece by piece
I leave my soul behind
It’s 14:11
Time for you to shower upon me
Discarded, you leave me wet
Giving rise to an ocean
A labyrinth whose exit I forgot
- A mirage at 14:11
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
the soul inside this body
Its rib cage, a prisoner
Screeching the thoughts
Buried deep inside
With its lips in sync
Which narrated
the lies to be transgressed
Into a thousand palatable flowers
Along with the scent
diffusing it every time
Leading into a trail
To the kiss of Judas
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
If tomorrow was never to come,
I wouldn’t be staring at the sky,
Questioning about my existence,
My purpose in this vacuous life
If tomorrow was never to come
I wouldn’t try to play the victim
Whose songs are being replayed
With its lyrics darting at my fragility
If tomorrow was never to come
I wouldn’t try to be the 1080p of their life
Trying to be the perfume of euphoria
Consuming me to my depths
If tomorrow was never to come
I would still like to be the child
Whose pages weren’t filled with words
Words which made me apathetic
-Growth
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Acclimate, my love
from all of the yesterdays
bestowed upon you
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
After centuries of
chronologically repeating
the same task of
washing an ornate,
immaculate and unused textile,
the almighty’s child
reciprocated with a why.
The child evolved into a key
that sealed the Pandora’s box
and hence,
spirituality began to blossom.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC