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aesthenne May 2019
what has once broken the heart
into pieces that were dreadfully
unrecognisable

can no longer be pieced together
by the five lettered word
that i waited to hear from you
from so long
"--she was taken for granted by her lover's own free will and they had the foolish courage to apologise about it."
aesthenne Apr 2019
can you see
these scars
that have embedded
itself upon
my forever-
aching heart?

i look at
the mirror
and always
see someone
who i no
longer know.

i can't
get back
what i lostー
a genuine,
loving smile;
and time that was
wasted in
believing
false hopes.

the pain that
i will always
feel everyday
can only be fixed
by these
artificial
bandages.
20190426 // "ーAnd it just so happened that I no longer knew who was being reflected in the mirror, that I smashed the glass then saw my true form."
aesthenne Jan 2019
you,
who stands afar from me,
shines even brighter
than the rays at sea

far apart,
still, i adore you,
and i love you

yet,
you don't even
know me

but that's
okay,
because you're
out of my reach

i just long
to hold
your hand and say
"thank you for everything"
"You're the best thing that happened to me."
aesthenne Oct 2018
past in a glaze,
   a veil of haze,
   cannot reminisce,
   lost time with
   you.
Inspired from the visual novel of The Arcana.
aesthenne Oct 2018
to feel is to
be human

to be human
is to live

and to live
is to go through life
its challenges
the ups and downs

the silhoutte
of a roller coaster
which either
makes you fret or bet

yet i am
i am tired
exhausted
of it all

feeling aches
in my heart
from memories
of neglect

what a catatonic
person i am
to even still feel
such an outburst

all at once
One in a million of my breakdowns.
aesthenne Sep 2018
she,
in a simple nightgown
he,
in cotton pyjamas

nearing dusk,
as they laughed
while holding
the others hand

bare feet brushing
along the
soft bristles
of the rug

the radio
softly playing
a tune of
jazz

what a time
to be alive
Based on "Dance to This" by Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande.
aesthenne Sep 2018
alone,
looking as lovely,
as a blossom
in the midst of Spring.

i see no haste
although
you are not of
an amiable ambience.

your eyes gaze and
speak of a million lies
you've heard
yet withheld.

fastened onto a
seat of comfort;
yet so tense
and susceptible.
Based on Juan Luna's painting of "Parisian Life."
02.09.2018
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