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 Mar 2016
Dornish Bastard
You smiled when I did well
So I tried to make you happy.
You frowned when it all changed
But I wanted to do things for me.
You don't like how I turned out
'Cause now you're always angry.

I wonder: if I suddenly died,
Would it make you sorry?
I am feeling so emo. *laughs* Really been down these days though. Two poems about suicide in a row. ****. I just need to die already.
 Oct 2015
Dornish Bastard
In the dark night, before dawn,
A darker shadow drew near —
Death, a despicable guest,
Come to take what's dear.
Under the covers, deep in dreams,
I did not awake with fear.
...
Dauntingly, I was lost in oblivion
While Death drew breath right here.
Rest in peace, Bora. I really hope there's a doggy heaven for you.
 May 2015
Dornish Bastard
I was afraid to let you in.
You had no clue of what I hid.
Perhaps you fell for the idea of love
But I couldn't be the person you fancied.
And when I let you see who I truly was
You spat out your words like acid.
...
"I don't know you anymore."
You never really did.
To the friend who expected more than I could give.

The poem looks like a jar with the title. :D
 May 2015
Dornish Bastard
I'm scared of the unknown, the dark
Scared of what I can't see,
Scared of slipping, falling to my death
Scared of permanent injury.
Mom, I'm still a little boy.
Mom, save me from my fears.
...
I'm terrified of you dying. Never, please.
It scares the **** out of me.
I ******* love my mother more than anything in the entire universe, no question.
 May 2015
Dornish Bastard
I'm hers, undeniably,
But I'm afraid to make her mine.
I'm too comfortable by myself
So I fail to give her time.
A better man will make her his,
Then I'll rightly be left behind.
...
All because I'm an introvert
And a coward combined.
She's amazing but I spend too much time with myself.
 May 2015
Dornish Bastard
I'm afraid she'll find out
If she gets too close
That my breathing is ragged,
That I'm both sweaty and cold,
That my heart is beating furiously,
That she matters more than she knows.
...
That her mere presence affects me,
And it's not something I can control.
I remember how she hugged me and how scared I was.

— The End —