I'm in a state
where crying
isn't venting out
the hurt,
it's just me
screaming.
I don't recognize
the tears
anymore.

These tears
will stop
one day,
and
you will
see the world
clearer.

The days
still vacant,
the nights
still moonless,
dark and lonely
without you.

Yes, I found
my moon
and my sun
in
the same person.

And now
I've lost
both.

Love is the healer
and the killer.
It just *****
when both is done
by the same person.

I'd be insane
if I'd say
I don't sleep
I'm normal
because I never
wake up.

what can you do
when the one
who taught you
to live again
wants you to just
stop?

Without You
these words
will never
mean anything
to me.

The fire danced
in her eyes
again
as she
wiped the tears.

This is not me.
If you think that you will get to know me
by reading the words I have written,
you are wrong.
This is not me.
If you think my eyes will be full of fire if I wipe my tears,
You are wrong. They will never stop.
This is not me.
If you think that: Oh! He has poetry now, so he will finally let me go and move on with his life,
You are wrong.
This is not me.
This is all yours.
Every word I have written is for you.
This is not me, this is You.

©misterfantasist

Hearing her
voice, I realised
it was the last time 
          I was going to 
          hear it. My ears
          heard the screams
          of her rage being
          converted into
          sound and I felt 
          like I will go deaf. 
          Instead I went 
          numb, looked
back at the past
and her screams 
slowly faded.

We
meet
daily
through
poetry
now.

The day he was brought back home
the therapist said that he is now ready
to face the world again.
Was he that mad?
His girlfriend has never came since the day he was taken away
She was scared and literally hurt by him
His parents has hidden all the knives and all the sharp things
Was he that mad?
But the therapist said that  he is fine now
that he has drawn a line now
between pain and pleasure.
He is safe now, so we all are.

Come close to me
no!
stab me from the front this time
and look into my eyes
while you do that.

The urge to call
and ask them why
and ask for forgiveness
and ask for an apology
and begging
and abusing
and finally cutting the call
and switching it off
and deleting their number
from your cell
and eventually from
memory.

No.
I won't cry
18 minutes in
to my birthday
just because
you didn't wish me
first.

Day by day,
I'm getting
closer
to rename
the folder
"Memories"
to
"Mistakes"

Dig deep in your heart,
May you find your passion.

You are
the only reason
these poems have
Unhappy Endings.

Why has she moved on
So easily
and
I can't?

My body aches for your touch
I miss it so much

Why can't I hold the anger longer
Yes, I was wrong, but you were wronger

Day by day,
I'm feeling less of a human
Please save me, my beautiful woman.

When you left
you took away
the words as well.

Do I want
her closer
or
a closure?

You'll have
the whole world
but
the loneliness
of not being
with that one
will haunt you
forever.

"Everything will be alright"
said she.
and for the first time
I wanted to believe it.

You
will be
mine
forever.

I can't meditate
because
focusing on
my breaths
reminds me
yours.

I'm scared to sleep
because in my dreams,
we will still be together,
I'll not want to wake up
and you wanted me to
Live.

Looking at
her photos
on the internet
captioned as
"Finally an explorer"
I also became
An Internet Explorer.

©Rpan

The attention
you seek
in others' eyes
but not inside
your own.

Doesn't your love
really end
when
you stop
stalking?