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Ruheen Aug 11
Those were the happier times
Moments where I felt alive
Sad days, slow days
Muddled in between
Those happier times

Where I lied through my teeth
To get between you and me
When I spoke in cursive
And told you to hurt me
So you wouldn't know
If it was me to blame
For the games you played

Those happier times
Where we couldn't tell
If we were sad and confused
Or elated as hell
Would be
If it met me

Those were the happier times
Where I could remember your face
Without wanting to
Jump off a cliff
I'm backkk. I wanted to come back a long while ago but my account wasn't working or something. I was locked out. Regardless. Here you goo.
Ruheen Oct 2022
cherry-picked words
taste sweeter on
my tongue
than your hand-picked
cherries
Ruheen Aug 2022
i believe that if
i don't eat
three meals
a day
i'll feel better
about myself
it's
not
working
Ruheen Aug 2022
a chill that you feel in your bones
when you know
how far you'll go
then you hold it in
the familiar feeling
when the cold settles in
and you don't
even know
there is ice on your window
Ruheen May 2022
We said hello in passing
Laughed with each other in groups
One day, there would be five between us
And I couldn't meet your eyes
Then it became three
And then only one
Then our knees were pressed together
Then your hand slipped into mine
And I could feel you laugh
Your voice rang in my ears
And mine in yours
But slowly your fingers lost their grip
Or maybe mine did
Our hands fell
Someone sled in between us
Then it became three
Then it was five
And suddenly we were strangers again
Who laughed with each other in groups
Who only said hello in passing
Friendly, maybe even friends
But not quite the same.
just an observation
Ruheen May 2022
Seven days in a week
For which I am free
For only three
Out of five
There's no need
To be alive
So I lie there instead
And shed
My skin
I don't belong
If I can't get in
Four weeks and
I can sleep
In my head, I will be
Eight hours of dream
One day, it will be
Ruheen Apr 2022
I don't like flowers
But there's one where you can see through its petals
It doesn't shroud what's right in front of me
Without permission
I see what it's hiding
It understands my desire
To reveal the concealed
And beneath it's milky veins
A clear glass frame
That we call petals
Each a frail skeleton
It'll crumble in my fingers
And vanish entirely
The petals will shatter
As if it was nobody
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