you do taste like blood in my mouth
because whatever essence it is
i took away from you
is nothing less than it
and the air you bring along
is thick
it suffocates me
because i have never felt so much
in so little
you push me to the corner
to my furthest breaking point
and you smash me
into tiny, broken pieces
and you mend me -- caress my cheeks and told me that you’re sorry
and i mend myself -- setting every piece back together
because i forgive you
though i can’t forgive me
– my sin is thicker than
the blood in my mouth
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
this house is not a home
it is not more than a tomb
filled with broken trust
which was left in a rush
memories made by scars
and hearts blackened, as tar
she pleaded me to come
but i did not succumb
for it is better to ignore
rather than having a heartsore
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
i am sangfroid to their eyes
well of course, that is a lie
and my lover would shout ‘oh my’
every time he sees me cry
because a little piece of me always die
i am beyond repair
i tried to call them out in despair
but they’d rather dissapear into thin air
because after all, who are they to care?
i am not strong
i have been like that, prolong
because i wish i have a place where i belong
i am afraid and i am perplexed
because i have so many thoughts unsaid
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC