How some silences tear u apart,
a shatter with no sound, a breakdown with no noise
just tears filled with pain flooding behind your eyes
no place for them to hold back neither a room to flow
chest getting tighter no space for air to go
the more I loved someone the more I push them away,
My love's like that of a monster whose lost his destined way
It screams in anguish and howls with sorrowful strains
destroying what comes near to push away the fear of disdain.
If I could feel the burns flaring inside of me
I wouldn't be brave enough to hide it completely
But turns out that raging fire seems cold within
maybe the harsh warmth has been a habitat to my skin
Thinning its layers, flaking off like dust
Blood gushing up, might spill at a touch
Yet my heart says, "What worse could it be?",
just cover it up and let the pain trickle down silently
So the clock ticks and sun goes down,
but hands then get stained in brown
eyes once dewy with drip of tear, now blurred and blue stuck in fear
So my sullen heart heavily says,
"Was loving supposed to be this way?"
Partly yes and partly no..
As my soul doesn't give up, it beholds a view
of a hope that someday will come through
where warmth is comfort and tears can be flown,
fears acknowledged so howls can be slowed.
A pile of kind words and soft acts of care,
that'll seize my anger which always flares
a pair of arms to wrap around my monstrous skin,
a hand that wipes off stains with its favorite napkin.
words embracing my heart like an aid,
calming its gushing flow that never fades.
a presence that'd know my unrecoverable past,
yet wants to share a future that makes love last.
Oh, can someone ever seek such ways to love out of the odds?
Because only then my heart would finally believe in the clause-
"Love is ironic.."
and pain itself would hush;
"Yeah, I am the most beautiful part of love.!"
22h ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC