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Indigo Apr 2018
You are self aware that love is your way of saving a life.

Remember the ex who was suicidal
Then the one with father issues
The one with loneliness the size of the sky
The one with a thousand scars on his arm
That one who was an introvert
The one who was an addict
The one who had depression for breakfast
And the one who loved self harm

Who saves you when realize you don't know how to love?
All that was empathy
All that was sympathy

All these boys you wished to save
But never did
All these boys you wished to save
But left in the end
All these boys you wished to save
But killed instead.
This is not a poem in the true sense of the word, but rather expressing feelings and thoughts that haunt my head during this time of my life.. And that is the essence of poetry i believe.
Indigo Apr 2018
I will love you like a hurricane hit your house
Broken glass will be your bed
Rain will drown your wrenched roof
After mass will ruin your head
You don't know
With three words
What you could be singing to
.
Run
.
Run
.
But you won't
How being self aware could help you save somebody's heart
Indigo Apr 2018
Let me submerge you
   In love
      And loss
         And all that is in between
I have been here before!!
Indigo Mar 2018
HaHa
The god laughed
As he drew my heart a perfect match
To the one man
That would die for me
But who'd also **** me
In a moment of outlash
...
So haha
This is not a poem about life, this is a poem about death
Ahout bruises
About going back every time
About never learning when it's enough
This is not what i would write, this is sickness that was written since my birth
Is this what they call destiny?

This is trading life.. For love
Indigo Mar 2018
I carry the compassion of the whole earth
Inside the landscapes
Of my tiny, fist-sized heart
But each time i cut a tree
To build a bridge
From ridge to ridge
I loose a little bit of life
Then each time a bridge falls
I wonder
was the blood shed
worth it all.
For all those who left with pieces of my soul
Indigo Mar 2018
I wonder
If i stick to the wall
With every part of my soul
Would it be
just enough
To merge these feelings
into stone?
Indigo Mar 2018
Too many times
Had i searched for homes
Inside some strangers' collarbones

Too many times
Had i been rejected
evicted
traumatized

Too many times had i apologized
To my body
for being cruel.
as I'd found my words poor
so instead made it pour

out my crimson red life.
But those scars don't forgive me
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