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fallacies Apr 2018
i try to
i really try to
i want to create
a poem solely for you

but everytime
i try to do one
i can't find the words
it just can't be done

i asked myself
is it because
you're not
inspiring enough?

but it was then
when i realized

how could i possibly create
a poem inspired by you

when you inspire me more
to be with you.
fallacies Apr 2018
tell me your darkest fears
show me your deepest scars
so when everything else falls apart
we'll have each other's broken hearts.
fallacies Apr 2018
You were there for me, when I was alone,
with my thoughts that I can't bear to own.
When no one was there to listen to my words,
but still you gave me uneasiness, how absurd?

But you do know that you were always my biggest enemy,
when we're together others can feel you, more so- me.
Even if I do nothing, you're just as scary
as falling in darkness, falling endlessly.

Though you never left my side, even for a brief moment;
you never gave me air to breathe; i guess you never will.
And even then, I used to ask myself one question,
'Why am I still not used to your possession?'

Your obsession over me, made it harder for you to leave
or was it my obsession over you, that made you stay?
That even though I hated you, I hated the feelings you weave;
you loved hurting me, you loved seeing me break away.

Now that I have lost you, and I have found her
I want to say thank you for the times that you were there,
But now that she is the one, who holds my heart tightly
Doubt, I know you loved me, but it's now her- who I love dearly.
fallacies Apr 2018
I know I should've thought everything through
And what happened, happened, but I know that it's you
It's still you, i don't think it would change any sooner
I'm just here, waiting for you and the sun to get brighter
fallacies Jan 2018
I asked you for a second,
you gave me a minute of silence;
and with each passing tick of the clock,
my heart gets used to the violence

I asked you for a day,
you gave me a week of darkness;
and with each passing day and night,
my heart gets used to the emptiness

I asked you for a month,
you gave me a year of slumber;
and with each and every passing season,
my heart gets used to the fire.

If I asked you for a century;
will you give me a lifetime of misery?
Or with each passing millennia;
you'll let my heart, get used to the dementia.
01/17/2018
fallacies Jan 2018
I can try and distract myself from this sinking feeling,
but that also means that I will stop my heart from beating.
Which, come to think of it, is not that bad of an idea;
I was dead anyways, as soon as you walked out of my area.

Now what would be, the most beautiful funeral setting?
For a heart that once loved, once cared, but now dying.
Leaving its final beats, to someone who is worth loving;
as for reciprocation? This heart was not given anything.

This heart wants something, that only you can provide,
But alas! There are things that aren't meant to be given.
Love is a beautiful thing, that everyone will feel inside;
however, love is not forced, and will never play even.

Unfair as it may seem to anyone, who has loved before;
but are unable to receive the feeling back to their core.
That's the unspoken truth about loving someone wholly;
sometimes you win them, most times you end up lonely.

And even though you've been broken, countless of times,
you will keep coming back; hoping for the day that you will,
be able to find the right mix of words, the right mix of rhymes;
to have someone to love you, and make your world stand still.

— The End —