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Sep 2017 · 709
to the one
to the one, i loved the most
to the one who loved me the most
to the one who cherished me the most
to the one who never gave up on me
to the one who made me smile on my darkest days
to the one who made me realize how beautiful i am inside out
please come back to me, love, i don't want to lose you forever
Jul 2015 · 427
12w, fuck you
where the **** were you when i needed you the ******* most?
Jul 2015 · 891
twelve word story
i am afraid i do not belong in your arms anymore, love.
May 2015 · 724
fueled feelings
you're a blazing flame
and i'm a gasoline

i've been burnt so much
just to keep in touch with you

and i'm gradually running out
of breaths to keep myself alive

so bear with me if i keep my distance
cause i dont wanna be left with burnt out soul
May 2015 · 961
broken fragments
and i try not to let a sound escape through my lips
as my tears stream through my eyes like river

and i try not to feel as weak as i am feeling right now
as i try to convince myself that it's for the better

and i try not to let my hands shake as much
as i type these words to make you understand me

i'm sorry love but i can't bear myself any longer
i'm shattered and my broken fragments are everywhere
i know, you're trying your hardest to mend me with your bare hands
trying to pick up every fragments of me on the concrete
trying to bring me back piece by piece with your ****** hands
but i cant bear it any longer
i cant bear to see you hurt
i cant bear to see your cuts
i dont want to be the reason why you wouldnt be able
to love yourself more than anyone else
i dont want you to be like me
i dont want pain to change how beautiful you are
i dont want pain to consume you just like how it consumed me
i dont want pain to destroy your goodness just like how it destroyed me

i'm sorry love for not being strong enough to hold you as much as i can
i'm sorry love for not being strong enough to keep you with me
i'm sorry love for not being strong enough
i'm sorry love for not being strong
i'm sorry love
May 2015 · 975
mariae's melancholia
enchanted was he for her eyes were seemingly like a dream paradise.
he drew himself closer and closer till their lips touched
then viciously bit and filled her with tragical lies.

tormented was she for her eyes were seemingly like a fiery inferno.
it were once flourished with ravishing and unwavering beauty
and all that was left in her was the bitterness of his memories.
You watched me as I trace your veins
like they were train tracks to Neverland.
You watched me as I interlock our hands
like they were padlocks to our bodies.
You watched me as I cling onto your body
like they were electrons and protons.
You watched me as I smile with my crooked teeth
like they were the cutest sets of teeth you've ever seen.
You watched me as I talk about my worries in life
like they were the crucial news on TV.
You watched me as I cry my burdens out
like they were poison in my veins.
And as you watch me..
You held every piece of me in your arms
like they were the most fragile home décor.
You kissed and filled me with words of love
like they were the antidote to my poisoned wounds.
You cupped my face and locked your eyes on mine
like they were bright streetlamps glistening a dark alley.
You stroked the strands of my hair and tucked them behind
like they were delicate silks given from the Gods.
You breathe through my ear the promises of forever
like they were my religion I worship every now and then.
my inner demons are awaiting to shatter your anima with
cacophonous whispers and shrieks from their bad foul maws

they are lurking into the shrubs as its branches creeps onto the
ground anticipating your arrival on the crepuscular side of the train track

they are lingering into the dark as they rub their hands together,
formulating the perfect crime scheme to strangle your throat with words you've left unspoken

so be aware, my darling, for they are biding their time for your arrival
be careful yourself out there, for they want you to be **as dead as a doornail
because someone made me feel mad and so i wrote this...

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