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Jun 2018 · 430
The Vessel
Miira Jun 2018
The Vessel
Something that allows me to release my past
And have the capacity for my uncertain future

The Vessel
Something that can transport me fast
While having my safety ensured

The Vessel
Something that drove past
All the obstacles that have been giving me pressure

The Vessel
Like a steady vehicle that has a vast
Space that can fit in my past, present and future
Jun 2018 · 346
Icy cold.
Miira Jun 2018
The night was icy but I didn't mind
I grabbed and slowly pulled my blanket up
My teeth were anxiously ready to grind
When I strangely felt something creeping up

I open up my eyes, quivering but brave
"Who are you and what do you want from me?"
I boomed and suddenly I'm on a grave
I got on my feet and start running speedily

Before I know it, I'm already in my bed
Sweating profusely, thanking Almighty God I'm not dead.
Jun 2018 · 437
The Unrequited Love
Miira Jun 2018
When love's not returned
Souls shattered into pieces
Trust no one, no more.
Jun 2018 · 561
Still holding on.
Miira Jun 2018
Surrounded by darkness
Causing uncomfortable emptiness
To creep into this space
While I wait for his embrace

The chill breeze caresses
The windows while gently presses
Against this parched skin
I honestly have no idea where to begin

The weather is indeed crippling
Intensely and slowly killing
This fragile being inch by inch
Sadly the pain is just like a pinch.

I need  to be pulled out of this bottomless pit
Drawing me close with hope and grace bit by bit
Despite the darkness, I’m still counting the days
Hoping that I will get to be back in your embrace.
Jun 2018 · 413
Half of My Soul
Miira Jun 2018
You came to me asking ever so gently
If I needed any help while I was grilling

You gave me butterflies while you beamed
As your voice echoed in my ear

It was only just a day but we managed to click so well
As if our searching souls have long known each other

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,

It's been more than a year and in Freo, we
Spent time together with our hearts in harmony

Do you still remember when we were playing 'Just Dance'
And you made me surprised by lifting me up, totally nonchalant?

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,

I have always wished to caress your face,
As we stare at each other while we embrace

Without you, I feel as if half of my soul is gone
As you genuinely respect and value me as a woman, like none

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,

Now we're taking a break and it's fine,
Because you're still in my heart and you always shine.
Jun 2018 · 403
Smultronställe
Miira Jun 2018
Why do I have to go through this?
When will the chattering ever stop?
Am I capable enough to follow my dreams?
I wonder as I turn the doorknob.

Every cell in my body was hated
by every cell in yours
I was only a child
Would you rather suffocate me in drawers?

What do you even benefit from it?
Being happy in front of others
But spit hateful words without people knowing
Oh what a hypocritical pretender

It’s like being
Chained up
Whipped up
Getting all messed up

Or like the cool cyan water
Being ferociously consumed by
the swift fiery orange
Rushing through like the high tide Seine delta

But Plushies,
Blankies and
Aromatherapy
Radiate through every inch of my body,
Experiencing tranquillity

Faintly hearing...
“Are you alright love?”
“I was afraid you would.”
“I’m glad that you’re okay!”
Jun 2018 · 509
...acting?
Miira Jun 2018
The never-ending chattering
Like a bullet train forcefully dashing
Across the endless tunnel, wondering,
“Is this a curse or a blessing? “

In the bottomless pit, clearly drowning
Clearly struggling
While others are just intently watching
Thinking it’s all just... acting.
Jan 2016 · 720
Addiction.
Miira Jan 2016
Is it legal
To be addicted?
Will I be sent to rehab
For being addicted to you?

Is it legal
To have butterflies in my stomach
As our lips meet,
While you hold me close to you,
Will I be judged
For feeling this way?

Is it legal
To feel like I belong to you
As you look at me affectionately,
Touching me like never before,
Sending shivers down my spine,
Will I be punished
For letting you love me this way?

Is it legal
To holding you,
And not wanting to let you go
Because it feels right?
Will I be ******
For wanting that?

I'm addicted.
I'm addicted to all of you.

**...And I'm not even guilty.
Sep 2015 · 722
Leave me.
Miira Sep 2015
Bury me deep into the Earth
So that no one could find me.
**** my life out dry
Like how you usually do
And leave me.

**Because I deserve it.
Jul 2015 · 1.1k
Haunting
Miira Jul 2015
It keeps creeping in
  Slowly,
Indulging in every cell
  Deep within me.

What freedom do I have now?
  When all I can ever do
Is counting
  The days down.

The throbbing
  The stinging
The tugging
  The aching

What did I ever do
  *To deserve this pain

*That’s been haunting me
  For weeks?
May 2015 · 2.6k
Frenemy.
Miira May 2015
Tick tock
        Tick tock
                 Tick tock

It's already 5am
And here I am
Wide awake

As thoughts run
Through my head
Like a bullet train

Am I relapsing again?
Or I'm just on the edge
Waiting for a helping hand?

Or maybe I'm letting it be
For I've missed
Insanity to seep inside of me

Seeing that I am able to write
Shows clearly that
Hypomania has arrived.

Welcome back,
                 My frenemy.
Frenemy: An enemy disguised as a friend.
Oct 2014 · 966
Maybe.
Miira Oct 2014
Maybe I should run away
And be carefree
As I float around the field
Letting myself go
Consuming the fresh breeze
Thanking for the life
That I was given.

Or maybe I should be alone
Alone from the world
As I consume the madness
Within me
And letting it eat me alive.

Maybe.
Well, maybe.
Aug 2014 · 8.5k
Worries, worries.
Miira Aug 2014
Worries, worries, cramming up my head.
I wish I could just take a break.

But of course it's not easy,
Since everything has been really ******.

Maybe I should just bottle, bottle them in, instead.
Sigh.
Jun 2014 · 16.3k
insecurities.
Miira Jun 2014
Stretch marks.
  Cellulite.
    Scales.

Want.
  Pretty  

Reflection,
  Is that really me?

Knife.
  Shredder.
    Fats be gone.
      For the better.

Please?
trigger warning
Jun 2014 · 712
Untitled
Miira Jun 2014
Grab my hair
         Push me to the wall
                   Dig your nails into my skull
                          While choking me, ever so slowly.

Do me a favour
    And take my soul away

S'il te plait?
S'il te plait = please (informal) in French
Jun 2014 · 873
A curse, indeed.
Miira Jun 2014
You live
You die
You soar
You fall
And it all repeats
In an evil cycle
A terrifying cycle
Until you finally take
Your own life.

A curse, indeed.

— The End —