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24/F
I don't yearn anymore For your eyes, for your touch For you to say yes You chose, you spoke the truth Even if not in so many words As you simply didn't want to explain Or tell me why Why you stumbled too like I did Why you may have wanted it too As much as I did The known gives you comfort and safety So be it. I yearn for the tempestuous, not for  predictability I yearn for the hurricane, not for the humble river
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Tempestuous
Sorry for not taking better care of you. Sorry for not loving you enough. Sorry for not being honest. I tried, I really tried. And I failed, miserably. You were the best I could have had. I knew it then. I admit it now. For those who keep asking why can't I let you go, the answer is simple - I'm scared. Not of loneliness. But of the fact that one day I am going to meet someone, I'm going to fall in love, he is going to let me down, and I am going to think of you. The one who always made me feel safe. The one who treated me respectfully. The one who lavished me with love and affection. I am going to meet a much colder version of myself. And he is going to shatter me. And I will go back and think of you. And repent that I should have given us another chance. But I can't anymore. I can't take care of the both of us. We need to grow, independently this time, I'm afraid. It's time I lay you to rest.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
Lay you to rest (not a poem)
My head feels heavy and dizzy Throw a ring over my head Like you always do Make me feel less than I am What am I? Your cold and distant downfall Your overtly emotional nuisance I am too much, too little The one you push away The one you pin down The face changes The chaos continues Always the anti-hero How can it be When I am on the losing end, always
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
Definitions
You leave me high and dry Render me motionless A conflict between my two sides The pragmatic one and the whimsical one The one who rationalizes And the one who lives outside my body The one who kills the slightest sense of emotion The one who wants to break free from all this analysis paralysis A tug of war between love and logic Between fantasy and reality But the battle was already lost The casualty lies bleeding and helpless I've bled till there is nothing left Hope succumbed to the truth What would you have chosen?
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
Heart In a Cage
If I had to start listing down my vices, I would start with sloth, my God complexes and you.... Thinking about you every night before going to sleep In between my dreams, in them, and after them. In a state of wishfulness and delusion,I imagine you are mine That you long for me the same way that I long for you Ages ago, the mere sight of you or even the thought of you Would comfort me and embrace me with hope Hope that you might, one day, very soon, see how we are meant to be Or hope, that on my grand revelation, you would shed your own inhibitions And tell me, that, afterall this while, it really wasnt all in my head I have lived through my darkest and most dismal days on this tiny glimmer of hope And comforted myself by the fact, that you really didnt know And that was enough for a while Till you broke the bubble And you did it with style You gave me a taste of what it would be like to be with you But you snatched it away even more quickly No questions asked, no feelings exchanged, no explanations given A drunken misdemeanour for us, thats all A new kind of torture had been planted Whats real and what was just a dream, was made clear once and for all Maybe this is the best thing that could have happened Cause hope can be a curse That mind palace can imprison you and eat away at who you really are within But I had gotten my dose With passion and nonchalance, both No what-ifs, no butterflies Truthfulness and acceptance Maybe this is the best thing that could have happened A standing ovation for our player...
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
What If
If I had to start listing down my vices, I would start with sloth, my God complexes and you.... Thinking about you every night before going to sleep In between my dreams, in them, and after them. In a state of wishfulness and delusion,I imagine you are mine That you long for me the same way that I long for you Ages ago, the mere sight of you or even the thought of you Would comfort me and embrace me with hope Hope that you might, one day, very soon, see how we are meant to be Or hope, that on my grand revelation, you would shed your own inhibitions And tell me, that, afterall this while, it really wasnt all in my head I have lived through my darkest and most dismal days on this tiny glimmer of hope And comforted myself by the fact, that you really didnt know And that was enough for a while Till you broke the bubble And you did it with style You gave me a taste of what it would be like to be with you But you snatched it away even more quickly No questions asked, no feelings exchanged, no explanations given A drunken misdemeanour for us, thats all A new kind of torture had been planted Whats real and what was just a dream, was made clear once and for all Maybe this is the best thing that could have happened Cause hope can be a curse That mind palace can imprison you and eat away at who you really are within But I had gotten my dose With passion and nonchalance, both No what-ifs, no butterflies Truthfulness and acceptance Maybe this is the best thing that could have happened A standing ovation for our player...
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