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  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
daisies
You keep giving me
pieces of you each day
that seem too fragile
as I keep them hidden in my heart
from people's hungry eyes.

You keep lending me
your heart instead of mine.
It's stronger; it's been through a lot,
and ever since, your heart
has been our ground work.

You keep telling me
your secrets that I preserved
day by day into my soul,
scrutinizing them zealously,
careful enough never to hurt you.

You keep sharing with me
your scientist's mind, your constellations,
your belief in the big bang, your disbelief
in what caused it, yet I promised
to never judge. I never did.

You keep demolishing me
in ways you never knew possible,
and I am left flustered.
After every clandestine unleashed,
I happen to yet not be good enough.

Because you keep hurting me,
and I keep feigning being well,
and you keep wanting me
to change who I am.

But oh darling, have you ever once thought of
how I admired you for all that you are,
not for all I wanted you to become?

You keep making my head ache.
You keep making my heart beak.
You keep making me believe that
I fall too easily,
yet I am not so easy to fall in love with.
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
s
he said,
"all i want to see,
is your enchanting beauty
seeing you go smile,
makes my life worthwhile."

she said,
"all i want you to see,
is how you make me happy,
you're the reason why,
in my stomach, there're butterflies."
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
blythe
Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.
Let us make our dreams come true. Gather every bit of inspiration we can get so we can still pursue and fight for what we really long to have. Don't give up, don't lose hope! :)
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
Crushing Love
Love Hurts
It really does, but u can't let love hurt u to where u never love again.
Jan Harak Feb 2015
You locked your doors
there is no more
I bash my head
against your walls
and still you would not listen

An awful screech
when I try to speak
there is no place
just an empty space
where your heart once was

So it all is over
you were drunk on love
and now you're sober
and I am dead in your eyes
why don't you even try?
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
ARI
Blood washed away
Skin all healed
My puckered flesh
Like twisted kisses

These scars
Across my body
Like braille
For the broken hearted

Fingertips
Grazing my legs
As if reading the cause
For my pain

There's no need to speak
For words
Are not needed
To tell my story

-ARI
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