If hearts could speak, mine would shout.
If words truly healed, mine would shatter.
If death could talk, mine would whisper.
If sorries were medicine, mine would be poison.
I think the tears I’ve cried could fill an ocean.
Judgment — they say — that’s the least I’ve gone through.
But does it really hurt?
Or... is it just a pigment of my imagination?

My body refuses to move sometimes.
Or maybe... it’s my heart
that’s too weary of everything.
Nobody understands — nobody will.
Betrayal is one thing.
Deception is another.
I’m in love with a narcissist and a gaslighter.
And I’m still learning
how to relax and let the ship sink.

I’m sorry I didn’t do my best.
I’m sorry I’m weak. But...
in my next life,
I’ll wish to be a fly — at least.

I’m sorry
to those my mental health has affected.
I keep everyone in the dark...
but I find myself getting lost there too.

My imagination is wild —
very wild.
I don’t know how to feel,
but someday, maybe, I might.

I remember the times
I used to be happy.
That smile disappeared
a long time ago, I suppose.

What a nightmare to relive.
What a dream to abandon

One day, I will run — and never look back.
Go — and never come back.
Love is a metaphor.
Or, I suppose... irony.

I’ve accepted my imperfections
and the tangles of a broken heart.
My Deity helps me a lot —
or by now,
I would have been embroidered in a sarcophagus.

If cannibalism was allowed between people,
we would tear each other apart.

Maybe one day,
I’ll find my spectrum.

I’ve learned to accept situations —
to stay quiet
around those I can’t handle.

As William Shakespeare once said:
"The devil is not in hell. He’s here among us."

Touched by Angels, ****** by Fire

Shakespeare didn’t even miss an utter when he said:
“The world’s a stage — and we’re all mere players.”
The games I’ve played with my mind are unattainable.
The past still haunts me —
It’s coming in at lightning speed.
The devils now walk through daylight, uncovered.
Where shall I hide?

I saw the devil today, hiding in plain sight —
Unhinged, with its devious ways.
The Deity can’t protect me from this one.
Time has far since passed.
Shelter...
I need shelter.
Somewhere I can lie down and not feel the pressure.
Where is that shelter?

As they say: it pours when it rains.
My cup is filled to the brim.
My heart — too fragile to take it.
I pray once in a while,
To reassure myself that it’ll be okay.
The fragments of life are scattered everywhere.
I need reassurance and resonance.
Where shall I find it?

To an angel I met today —
Surely, every cloud has a silver lining.
But have I found that silver lining?
Is it really what I wanted?
Is my heart content?
The angel held me.
I saw a glimpse of paradise...
But it was still out of reach.
Where is the paradise I deserve?

To my lips, the angel touched.
A warm embrace it gave.
I’m confused —
Thoughts crisscross my mind endlessly.
Is it love? Or was it lust?
No... it can’t be.
I still can’t believe it.
I gave up on love.
Whoever had it — took it and ran away.
Where is the love?

Disgusted, I feel.
Tormented, I am.
I enjoyed it... but was it of good cause?
Still — to that land, I might return.
A friend, the angel became.
But when I run, I will never look back.
To the past, I’ll try to bury.
The question is... when?
At free will, I’ll never be.
In hiding I abide — and that is all.
Once you see hell, you can’t go back.