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Wick Apr 2020
i've let go of the pen
that used to be inseparable to me
as i let go of the reason
for most of my poetries

                                          but now a year later
                                     a year older, more mature
                                                       ­                           i've let go of the pain
                           bid goodbye to the woes brought by her uncertainty
                                                     ­                         i've let go of the person
                                                          ­                for real this time, happily
it took some time to heal but here i am again. I'm back!
Wick Nov 2018
Trust is an ephemeral thing
built upon facades oh so feeble
and ever-changing people

Trust is a fragile thing
put upon capricious beliefs
and ever-shifting feelings.
Trust. To trust is hard.
Wick Nov 2018
is to put a dagger in people's able hands
hoping they won't slit your throat
when come daylight ends.
its been long
Wick Sep 2018
:broken embers
waning from the fire
it used to be.
  Sep 2018 Wick
Mr Quiet
To every sad songs,
To every sappy poems,
To every sentimental quotes,
Will you think of me?
And when you post those stories with all those heartbreaking words,
Will I think of me?

Have I ever made you happy?
And when I think that I've made you laugh and smile,
Are you just lying to me?
Because if I'm the reason why you're always breaking,
Please just tell me,
I am truly sorry.

You say you're a bad liar but then what does that make me?
A fool that wants to believe,
That you really are fine, that you really are clean.
You say you've already told me all your secrets,
But tell me honestly,
Do you really love me?
You told me so many times that you love me,
But do you love me?
Do you trust me?

To be honest, no words can explain the way I love you,
Have I ever I told you?
You're the only person I ever said "I love you" to.
I'd rather see you leave me so you can be happy,
Rather than you being sad with me,
I'd rather see you happy,
Than say you love me.
When You Used To Call Me Mine
Part 11/14
Wick Sep 2018
forgive my propensity
to write incessantly
'bout this woman dear to me
for I just cannot resist
her essence that subsists,
that encompasses my entirety
my unconscious
it compels me
to write her, a poetry.
Wick Sep 2018
by you; deeper do I fall
willingly, my love.
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