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Berrin Yakar May 10
Beliefs bleed through eyes,
heels dragging,
unable turn around
or taste the disaster you've caused.

Face strains every nerve,
an attempt to disguise
guns you've fired
hoping to blind us.

Each step washed away
desperately tries to apologize
to the cobbles
stained ahead of time.
It's about trying to walk away without confronting the incident you've caused.
(This piece originally got published on ManicWorld Magazine)
Berrin Yakar May 3
I’ve been stranded in a desert,
Two years behind the bars of sand.
Never tried to break free,
Just watched the sun sink with me.

Then one day— like any other,
Through my wreckage, I caught his gaze.
Shivering— I’m cold he says,
Burn me up with the fire you ignite.

Passed beyond my clouds,
Every scar of mine must be his guide.
So I’ll drop my broken heart—
Become the spark of your night
This poem got published on Everscribe Magazine/Issue 8, hope you like it too :)
Berrin Yakar Apr 26
My curled-up dreams,
hidden behind shadows of your touch.
You don't have any clue,
about the nights we gave birth to the sun.
Even though we just met,
I'm sure, in a past life,
our voices tangled
beneath the same sky.
Ever had a feeling you've known someone for forever even though you just met.
Berrin Yakar Apr 4
Thank you,
To us, to all...
To everything made us cry...

To him, to her...
To whoever it is, stinging our hearts—
Creating tortured stars.

Everyone steps ahead,
Us—
Left behind, love-shaped scars.
It's National Poetry Month (even though I'm not from America) just a celebration post for my fellow poets, you truly are one of a kind.
Berrin Yakar Mar 31
Can't help but wonder,
How cards handed fairly?
While you're wrapped in your lover's arms,
Detached, laughing towards cheerful days.
When my ink still slithers—
Over sticky tears, bleeding onto my paper.
Feeling stuck in the past
Berrin Yakar Mar 23
Shriveled-up gum,
Stretched rubber,
Strains of love...

A plucked thread at one end,
I'm the only one weaving our way.
But it keeps knotting up.
Yet despite the torn apart bond,
I'll be the one dragging it out.
Feeling of the inability to let go a relation even though the other side of that connection has already been left.
Berrin Yakar Mar 19
What was it?
Best friends,you were saying.
No one gets me like you were doing.
But after all,it gets to a point.
You're too much, I'm leaving.
So do tell the most fun you've had
Me in your arms like a deer you were hunting,
Playing me,it must have been entertaining.
After some time people who praise your personality may use your uniqueness against you.
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