He was the pen and I was the paper.
And together we wrote the most beautiful love letter.

He made love to my broken heart,
Sought a piece of paper
And scribbled my name on it like art.
He healed my bruising scars;
Kissed the faded wounds
And turned them into glimmering stars.
He taught me how to live,
To let go of sadness,
To give in and to forgive
He whispered promises to my soul
Made me sing along
A symphony that made me feel happy and whole.

I lost the love that I rightfully deserved, when I decided to let you go.

For you, I'd do anything and everything to make you understand the gravity of the words that I'm about to say,
For you, I would pluck down the beautiful white orb from the sky because I have seen you admire the moon every night.
For you, I'd paint the entire world on the back of your hand because I know traveling is a passion that you can't get out of your head,
For you, I'd burn the entire world down in flames to revive the hope that died within you when you lost the game.
For you, I'd mold an entire cluster of infinities to provide you with an ocean of endless opportunities,
For you, I'd defy all the odds and beat death at its own game just to spend another day in your arms.

The darkness that seeps through
The curtains of my mind,
The insecurities that claw out
From the inside.
The fear of abandonment
That pushes me to the extremes,
The solidarity of my thoughts
Makes me scream.
The friends that turned into foe..
And the enemies that turned into friends
This circle of life
Surprises me to no end.
The endless lies and promises
That they refuse to keep,
The easy replacement of my friendship
Still stings me deep.
The apathy that starts to grow
With each passing moment,
Makes me resolute to be numb
And to end this torment.

Someday my love will scream louder than the words that I write.

Each day I wake up wondering if it's me who has lost you, or it's you who lost me.
Every night before my head hits the bed, I think about you. I try to conjure you up in my sleep but you, Muse,  just like my dreams, steer clear away from me.

I keep wishing for you to knock at my door to shake me up from my reverie.

Break my flow,
Hypnotize,
And overwhelm me!

I know I've treated you like a ***** before, everytime you came unannounced, I sent you back; kicking and screaming like a Banshee.

And now;
With a cheap wine stain,
A woman in rage,
Working on a menial wage
Drinking until her kidneys scream out in pain
-I pass out, just like the last night and the night before.
You've left me in this reality all alone,
Without any words to hide behind.
Without any form of refuge
To keep me safe under this scrutinizing light.

I have a hurricane kept bottled inside and with each beat of my heart, I can feel the cage tremor. But you, like a narcissist; keep on laughing at my misery. You really enjoy this game: where you tug at my heart as I try to resist your influence within my brain.

I often wonder if there are any clues that you've left behind, because after all it was your mystery that had seduced my pride.

Each time I lift up the pen, my spine shivers with anticipation for you to takeover and consume my mind until every word that I scribble, bleeds with truth about the lies that you cook to keep me on your side.

I wish to carve you out of my own soul but right now it feels so hollow and cold.
I need you to set me free,
Keep me up all night and let me bleed;
Like a fresh wound that refuses to heal.
Until all these thoughts in my head finally find peace.

For her you'd have massacred an entire village without a second thought.
Whereas for me, you won't even consider the idea of picking up a sword.

In his heart, I found a museum full of poetry.

If only you knew what loving me really means,
If only you knew that falling for me isn't a beautiful sight.
It's a painful process of watching me bleed.
As I cut down the ties that bind you to me.
As I rip out my heart and wear it on my sleeve.
As I crumble down upon the floor and weep.
Loving me will never be easy!
It'll be like an old ache that shakes you out of your reverie.
A sadness that's so hard to conceal.
It'll be a sin.
For I am the darkness that's always luring you in.
I'm the thunder,
I'm the rain that always comes pouring down on your happy days.
So, tell me darling, do you really think that you'll be able to survive the misery that I provide?
Or will you give up just like my old lover and leave me to die?

Her lips refused to say what his heart yearns to hear,
Her silence screamed in the form of countless tears.
The unsaid words loomed heavily in the air,
A tangible pain that neither of them could bear.

She died because of the bleeding wounds that were caused by his callous words.

No soul to love, No hand to hold
I fell in love with someone
Who had a heart that was cold.

I won't let them hurt you,
Even when we are nearing towards our end
Remember, You have the blood of the wolves coursing through your veins
You were born to be beautiful and wild
You have the power to massacre an entire village,
Yet, I know you'll choose to be kind
For you have a heart that can't see someone cry
You'll be dauntless and free throughout
But dare they restrict your freedom,
Dare they tame your wild,
Dare they point at you with the sharp end of the knife
Never forget that you're a hound in a sheep's disguise
Rip out their throats if they force you to fight
Unleash your power,
And revel in who you really are
Let them know that you bow to no one
Let their fear be your strength
You were born to be the predator
Stop being treated like a prey
Howl until they finally set you free
Be glorious; you are a warrior
And thats what you were destined to be.

The moment you decide to leave, I'll forever be left astray.
I'll wander around in space like a nomadic astronaut who has lost his way.

She smelled of love letters and spilled ink,
Wrote down the words of wisdom,
As she sipped on her caffeinated drink,
She lived in the world that resided in her head,
Didn't find salvation in money or fame,
But in the library instead,
She looked beautifully surreal in pink,
As the sun rose during the early morning of spring
To kiss the daisies that grew near the brink,
She bore prophecies within her eyes,
One couldn't challenge their veracity,
For it would be like questioning the vastness of the skies,
People always thought she didn't fit in,
Just because she found peace within the books,
And the words had built a home under her skin.

Teach me something that no one knows,
A lesson that nobody ever wrote.
Teach me a love that yet remains to be explored.
An emotion, so infectious that it can never be cured.

After all my efforts to make him feel better,
He thanked me by pointing the gun and pulling the trigger.

He dances to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
He waltzes around to the sound of her breath.

She keeps distance and readies her stance,
As he dips her to the ground and twirls her back into his arms.

They dance for as long as their song can last
For they both know, once they're off the stage.. They'll always remain apart.

If you were to die tomorrow.
I swear to give you half my life.
So, if you were to die again.
Your story will end after mine.

Who would've thought that love can bind you
and tear you down all at the same time.

Sometimes the demon doesn't lurk underneath the bed.
Sometimes the demon doesn't live in your head.
Sometimes the demon takes a human form,
He lives inside your house
And makes you believe,
In things that can **** your dreams,
He feeds you nightmares which are sickly sweet.
He the sort of devil no one talks about,
He gifts you a sword to fight
And then chops off your arms,
He tells you run and hide in fear.
Takes away everything that you hold dear.
He's a demon who plays with your mind,
He learns your secrets and destroys your pride.
He's a narcissist with a heart that pumps black blood.
Pushes you around and then pulls you into the mud
He's a human who lacks humanity
And always treats you like a dummy.

Do you remember how he once taught you to fly and then clipped off your wings?
Broke your favorite toy because it could sing?
Do you remember how you once failed?
And how he made you cry, Locked you in the room with no light?

Yes, there are demons that live in your heart and mind. There demons that keep you awake all night. But don't be so naive; there are demons inside your house waiting for you to fall so that they can pounce.

Eyes that know me, they know that I can't hide my pain for long. Words often flow out of my mouth like a waterfall.
Uncharted and turbulent
Just like a train of bullets, which fly aimlessly with the intent to cause damage without paying any heed to the consequences.
My words often lack the vulnerability; they sound a lot more like the rumbling thunder that comes pouring down like a rain storm.
My eyes on the other hand, they scream, they yell, they beg and plead for the freedom to shed the tears and break down the dam. They desperately search for someone who is ready to hear my story.
They desperately search for home.

Let me hurt you in a way that feels like love,
The way a flower feels the pain when it's petals are plucked.

I was a blank book. Within me, you wrote a beautiful love story.
Filled my pages with illustrative words and added a hint of mystery.
And then you stopped without finishing the end,
Turned me into a masterpiece, over which the lovers lament.

As an observer it all seems so easy to be a poet. They all assume that the only thing we require is a flair for rhyming and a set of words.
Yes, words; they come quite easily to us. Thanks to the uncountable nights that we stayed awake in hopes of breaking our hearts by reading and learning the phrases that cause a wave of torment in our souls. Those words really helped us to convey our pain when you left us all alone.
Weaving the words into a song of despair isn't as easy as you'd like to believe. The emotion that we start to feel. Initially,  it all comes to us as a dream. Then it turns into an epiphany and gradually it transforms into a invisible creature which squeezes the life out of us. And we bleed like ink on the piece of paper. We scribble your name in hopes to immortalize the moment forever.
And yet.. as a reader you say that it's easy to be a writer.