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Aurea Nov 2018
Romeo, can't you see?
She doesn't deserve you d̶o̶ ̶I̶?̶
She doesn't deserve how you replay your memories of her:
How her lips felt upon yours
The way the sound of her laughter echoes e̶c̶h̶o̶e̶s̶ e̶c̶h̶o̶e̶s̶ e̶c̶h̶o̶e̶s̶
The way her hand fits yours
How your world revolved around her
Stop, she isn't yours anymore

Romeo, can't you see?
She took a part of you when she left
Leaving behind shattered pieces of your barely beating heart
Can't you see?
She is the epitome of a lie
Toxic that takes over the blood in your veins

Romeo, can't you see?
You're killing me
Your words like shattered glass upon my bleeding heart
Your doubts and insecurities, the sight of your misery, torturing me
You are more than enough
You deserve more m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶g̶i̶v̶e̶
Maybe love wasn't meant for me but it was for you
M̶y̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶

Romeo, can't you see?
How mesmerizing your smile is
How it would light up the whole universe and you wouldn't even notice
How the sound of my name rolls off your tongue like honey
How I feel the entire zoo in my stomach with just one look
How much you're affecting me
Can't you see how madly in love I am?
C̶a̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶?̶

Romeo, can't you see?
I̶’̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶J̶u̶l̶i̶e̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶e̶a̶t̶.̶
Cringey but whatever.
Aurea Aug 2018
I remember the sound of his thundering footsteps
The glass shattering
I see my mother's hands shake
His loud booming voice filling up the silence
My mother,
One second, standing
The next, sprawled across the marble floors

I remember everything, I remember it so vividly, it hurts my head
The memory does not want to go
I still see it replay with my worn out eyes
I still taste the abuse on my tongue
I still touch the mirror and see his reflection instead of mine

I remember the stories my mother used to tell me
Of how she dreamed of "the one"
Meeting my father was some kind of twisted fairytale
But now, as years passed by, she stares at him
Wondering where the hell was the man she once loved

I grew up afraid of love-
Afraid of what it is capable of,
Afraid of myself.
If I will grow up to be exactly like him
If one day I will grow to accept the roses and ignore the thorns,
Just like my mother did.

Questions still arrive in the twisted part of brain
As if it is the airport welcoming hundreds of passengers,
I ask myself,
What do you do when the love you once longed for becomes toxic?

— The End —