THIS IS ANOTHER NIGHT OF HATRED.
AND I HATE YOU BECAUSE I WRITE SOMETHING
ABOUT YOU; NOT IN THE ROMANTIC WAY
OF SPILLED-INK WORDS BUT RATHER THE AGONY
OF THE PAST YOU BROUGHT TO ME.
YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW LONELY AND
MISERABLE MY SOUL IS, UNTIL YOU CRAWL EACH
INCH OF MY SKIN AND DEVOUR THE POISONOUS
IMAGES OF MY MIND, NOT UNLESS YOU WITNESS
HOW I WAS BORN AND HOW MY EYES GRIEVE FOR
THAT DAY. THIS IS ANOTHER LETTER FOR YOU, THAT
YOU WILL NEVER READ.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
"i love you"
that's the phrase you always
tell me.
our hands entangled with
a soft hymn, and
meeting eyes in a
secluded space.
you brought the love i've
been hunting for .
soft kisses of delight,
be mine.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
i could not write
a
perfect poem of the
tragedy i'm living now.
these lines seem so dull,
just like the life
i have now.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
slow, sad kiss
you gave me
as our tounges collided
with bursting nebula
emotions,
i yearn for the
warmth of your
hands on my body.
there are galaxies
exploded on my mouth,
i searched for the sun in
our cosmos
but in lieu, i encountered
the cold moon engirdled
on my lips.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
it's a grave thought
to think that
somebody
will love me.
who would want to
love a scarred girl,
who is consumed
nothing but a weak mind
and a fragile heart?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC