then you promised
to stay
at my darkest
nights
but when the
morning came
and when the world
saw us,
you left me.

****, I would die to be someone else some days
but some days I bet you anything
someone else would die to be me

out of guilt. She doesn’t want to be
your moral compass of fairness.

Don’t do it
out of pity. She doesn’t want you
to feel sorry for her.

Don’t do it
out of obligation. You don’t owe her
anything.

Don’t do it
out of one-upmanship. Aren’t you
better than this?

Do it
because you care for her. This –
and only this is the reason she’ll
accept it.

The night we met,
A dream come true,
Beats flew faster,
Stars seemed brighter.
With sweet nothing to lose,
You got it all.
And then she woke up,
In the middle of the night,
She got on her knees
And looked up at the stars.
With tears running down her cheeks,
She prayed for the God,
To turn her heart into a stone,
And never feel love, nor trust no more.

you’re ugly
under the
harsh light.

you are not
mystical, nor
fantastical, like
in my dreams:

you are a child
with the hands of
a God,

an uncontrollable
force with the power to
hurt me