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emptysuitcase Mar 2018
Galaxies have collided,
my neurons have gone into a frenzy,
there’s a soundless explosion somewhere,
and god knows why I have a sudden urge to run.

“Run, fast,”
That’s what my mind commands.

But like an ancient monk,
my heart coaxes me into staying.

“Feel the pain, my child” I can hear it say,
“and use me as your sponge…let me soak up all the
emotions, let me wipe out the cunning brain’s commands, for I have a better plan.”

“Your mind is your greatest enemy.” It murmured.

And that’s what happens every time I see you.
Rationality takes a toss, my sanity spills out of the glass.
and my coward heart suddenly becomes a tyrannical dictator.

Every cell in my body is colonized by the thought of you,
and oh my ******* god,
you invaded my dreams too.

It’s weird; you’ve fermented into my bones,
I’m sitting in a ******* boring class,
and all I can think about is
the time when I put my head on your shoulder,
and how we painted a bubble around us;
breathing at the same rhythm,
hearts beating at the same Time.

But there’s a voice at the back of my head;
At the very back, enclosed and trapped.
“You must run,” my skull echoed,
“For our beloved heart is a fool,
and I mean to protect it.

Run, my friend,

for when our dear heart shatters,
and you go to pick it up,
only your fingers will get pricked.
only your blood will leak.
So run, my innocent soul,
Run.”

~emptysuitcase~
constructive criticism please.
This poem is one of my personal favorites.  It's kinda chaotic, i get it, but most of my poems don't have a sensible order. Tell me what y'all think <3
emptysuitcase Mar 2018
I guess this is the age
where it really stings to be someone
like Me:
Short, plump, and hella ugly.

It’s funny how I hopelessly search for Love
when I can’t even look at the mirror,
without bursting into tears,
and wondering when I will first learn to love myself…

“You’re ugly.”
the girl whispered.
Quivering eyes.
A dull stare.

I search for Love in him.
A person I’ve known for long.
He does not know me—
not the way I want him to,

perhaps being a bystander is not always a sin.

It’s funny how I seek comfort
as I witness that beautiful grin,
when I can’t even feel at home
in my own ******* skin.

I scratch and try to rip myself,
trying hard to tear down that guise of mine.
Funny how I never realized that
this mask has fermented through Time.

Now,
I’m struggling to live with it.

I know I’m speeding straight into darkness.
Eternity was actually never really my thing.
The driver was always cursed by me,
Funny how I didn’t bother to check the mirror,
for I knew I would’ve recognized those quivering eyes
staring back at me.

I would’ve recognized…
The driver was me.

~emptysuitcase~
I kinda ****, I don't know. This **** is what I write when I'm not able to fall asleep, so I really don't care about the grammar or whatever. It's basically raw feelings in words. Please do given me feedback and ask me anything y'all want. I'm new so pls be nice :)

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