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Mar 2019 · 132
oblivious
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
The world could be submerged,
probably no longer on this earth.
The ground has split In two.
I don’t know a thing
‘cause all I can
think about is
you
Mar 2019 · 76
let me fall
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
You let me fall for you
I became so used to your touch
now I am paying for your wrongs
I know where I messed up.
I feel so ashamed
of the love coursing
through my veins.
the flame of passion
that you left me remains
but you being someone else’s
will never change.
Mar 2019 · 251
I wonder.
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
I lost it.
my mind & train of thought
now I’m exhausted
I lay in my bed
But sleep evades me.
I keep
Replaying our conversations.
how’d we go from speaking daily
to plans being a maybe

I toss and turn
In search of comfort.
my rooms dark.  
the sun hurts.
will you ever let me sleep
Sometimes I wonder

...will you ever let me sleep?
Sometimes I wonder
Mar 2019 · 243
concoction
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
Nothing is ever as it seems.
I thought you were the remedy,
now your name poisons my dreams.
I see you before
I go into a slumber.
You were such a habit to call
but I wish I never took your number
What have you done?
Mar 2019 · 842
endless commercial
ANTONIO Ainnoot Mar 2019
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Your episodes are seasonal
Yet here I am with you
Can’t you see
you’re my favorite show?
You always make a scene  
and give me every reason to go

Your life became a movie
and I was never given a role.
I was hooked since our pilot
Ironic how we’re crashing
You silenced my words
because I questioned your actions

I know you’re happy but
Look at me and this melancholy
These series of events
led to our finale.
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I channeled these feelings for you
but lost them as quick as I do the remote.
Oct 2018 · 57
on my own
ANTONIO Ainnoot Oct 2018
I woke up to no milk in my bowl
It does not feel like home.
Cereal on the table
Gallon in the fridge, but no milk in my bowl.
I am home, but it's not what I know.
There is no milk in my bowl. I am now grown.
My first submission.

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