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France Jun 2018
Happiness:
The state of being happy.
But

What is happy? –
Feeling pleasure (content).
But

Am I happy?

I see you;
Every day –
With another

And; I am happy?

I am pleased:
By your radiant smile.

Yet why?
Am I not happy –

I have:
An urge;
A burning desire;
A –
Requirement.

To feel pain.

Is this what it is,
To be happy?

To shed blood every day;
To drown in agonising pain;
To fake; every; single –
Emotion.

Then: I don’t want you
To be happy
I can.
You can’t –

Be happy: –
With another;
I am happy to see you happy.
At least I am 'happy'.
  Jun 2018 France
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LOVE
could be a question of
who
when
how
but never
‘why?’

LOVE
could be a matter of
falling unexpectedly
under the sweetly cool
november sky

LOVE
could sometimes be
a gradual burn
or high paced recklesness
laced with unmasked desperation
and a wordless goodbye

LOVE
could have been
you and I

but LOVE
I never would have thought
be fleeting and discreet-
surprisingly gone
the moment we meet

LOVE
as I now know it to be
is an erratic creature
neither bitter nor sweet

LOVE
is a moment
I would never forget-
his eyes aflame under
the painted sunset

LOVE
was him
and all the things we
left unsaid

LOVE
is now
nothing but a far memory-
that of a star that once burned the brightest but
now is
dead.
I saw him yesterday, for the first time in a while.
I was expecting butterflies and all the trouble that accompanied a girl in love, but I was greeted with none of those.
I felt calm. It seems that I have moved on.
I've written this poem a long time ago, but it is only now that I truly relate to it.
  Jun 2018 France
She Writes
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
France Jun 2018
You took me by surprise;
From an endless pit of demise.

You were the light to my nightmare
Hence, you were quite rare.

You held my hand in embrace,
and you brought solace to my palace.
You were the only one left
in this endless hell.

But -

You left.

All that I had left;
was your sweet scent
Against all the stench:
Of blood.

You left by surprise.
Brought me back;
To my demise.

You're not the one to blame.
For this endless pain.

Although

For you.
I was an item
From:
Lost and Found.
Just lost in an ocean of blood, torment and despair.
France May 2018
Heaven: the house of the Lord.
Everyone aspires to enter it.
I was lucky.

You brought Heaven to me;
The paradise in which I aspired to be:
A place of joy;
A place where I met an Angel.

Heaven: a place of solace.
Everyone wants it.
I was lucky.

Heaven’s warmth radiated from you –
The light which you brought:
Was a burning hellfire;
A burning desire.

However

The Heaven you brought,
Was not meant for me
It was meant for another.

You left, or… did I…?

The Heaven you brought –
Gone.
The warmth you brought –
Gone.
The innate desire…

It wasn’t gone:
It intensified.

The Heaven you left me:
Was a scorched earth.

The light you left:
Inflicted pain.
Only
Darkness brought
Solace.

All that was left,
Was the burning desire,
Of a hell-fire.

Here,
In this endless abyss.
I understood
That I was lucky –

The Heaven you brought.
Was not for me.
But another.
Will I be granted access to Heaven? Or will I go Hell?
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