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Ishtar May 2016
Today I woke
to what lies unveiled,
still hidden in the fog
around my coffin's fodder.
Ishtar May 2016
You wait for a word from me,
Sadly, I know,
If I pronunciate it,
I won't see sun's lucent anymore.

For your egocentric nature,
For your selfish denials,
I will remain silent,
And calm will remain.
Ishtar May 2016
I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry I couldn't **** dry all the poison, as it was a powerful poison I exploded and fainted, now I am sure, I am sure at all that I could take it, for one more time, this time standing always up, I bled enough to recover and fight for us, to be brave enough to stand for you and to be here for you as the planet spins millions and millions of times around the sun, together, loving you forever.
Ishtar Apr 2016
Love is a mirror,
What love sees,
Love reflects,
Then it magnifies.

If love sees love
Reflections resemble,
If love sees hate,
It magnifies the pain.
Ishtar Apr 2016
Remember the time in which we were unstoppable?
can you believe those were You and I?
So in love,
So full of joy and endless hopes,
then steam tarnishes the glass,
Everything gets blurred.

My fault, maybe ours
I am so very sorry for I have caused our farewell
Ishtar Apr 2016
The last resource of a limited mind,
turning stars into drops of blood,
it drains my self away
leaving me out of control.

As I carve into my veins,
Attrition,
my last escape,
no wonders anymore.

I left all my memories behind,
but yours, your image still shines,,
in millions of portraits
inside of my head,
like ghosts.

Your image stains my blood,
reminding me of all my fallen hopes,
what I have lost,
what won't come back.

Your name lies under my scars
the ones left under my wrists,
by my will to die,
the wounds bleed out your love,
the one I couldn't return.


My Fault.
Ishtar Apr 2016
Time to leave, always,
I can't control,
Still, bounded to depart,
Lack of will,
Excess of will,
Time has gone too fast,
Or hasn't gone at all,
I am too old but still too young,
I won't depart,
I will depart,
There is something I always lack,
The parts of you,
The sting of joy,
The excess of you,
Sugar tastes rotten,
The lack of me,
the excess of me,
The hills of knots inside my wrists,
inside my throat and I,
I still know it's time,
Time to leave like always.

— The End —