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May 2020 · 352
Hey Lovesick Girl!
Moon May 2020
“Will you destroy something beautiful, just to make it perfect?
Just the way you did with your big, innocent, naïve heart, trying to fit in into this large world with small hearts?”
“Hey moonsick lover!
Do you dare to love a human (again)?
Or do you also think that love is a disease sent by devil, Satan himself from the depths of the burning hell?”
“ Will you be able to un-love someone who broke you into a million pieces?”
“Are you still lovesick? Has anyone had the courage to embrace your open wounds, kiss your scars and mend your shattered, yet caring heart, with his own?”
“Do you still hope that someday, someone will make you whole, again?”
“What if a person comes as your salvation one day, and brings a real smile on your face accustomed for fake smiles?”
“What if that person makes you feel complete again?”
“Now, what if that person, the one who enabled you to heal, is stolen by the world?”

“What happens then?”

“I’ll tell you what happens then. You will gather all your pieces, go down to the burning fires of hell, take help from the devil, come back roaring back in agony, and
WREAK HAVOC ON THIS WORLD!”
For the ones, hurt by love...for everyone who found and lost their loved one..for the heart which wants to destroy everything that snatched their loved one through wrath.
Apr 2020 · 39
A Mask
Moon Apr 2020
A ‘mask’
Which we see all around us
With which we disguise our true selves
When people ask, “How are you?”
That “I’m fine” is a mask
Over “barely surviving”.
A ‘mask’
With which we disguise our true selves
When a ‘stranger’ passes by
And leaves us with melancholic nostalgia
That ‘blank face’ is a mask
Over a downpour of memories and emotions.
A ‘mask’
With which we disguise our hearts
Which, slowly
Like a sweet poison of its own kind
Converts our true selves, our hearts
Into a ‘mask’.
Its high time that we shed the fascade and be our own trueselves..

— The End —