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psyche Sep 2021
You have been
pouring all of you-
emptying yours
just to fill one's cup

it's ironic how
you get so drowned
when deep inside
what you're made
is hollow

you were so used into it
like how you unconsciously
rub your scars
without feeling anything
no,
nothing
at all.
psyche Sep 2021
Two short words
same old sounds
one's we hate
the other's called fate

But nay,
one you had to meet
so the latter you'd greet.

And so with wisdom
you'd breathe...

You have to leave
to live.
so
love
psyche Sep 2021
So much stories to read
and ours is my fave
to tell

Sometimes I whip
through it
but most
I ponder to live.
psyche Sep 2021
Tell me something
more enchanting
than two souls
intertwined
long before
a single touch.
psyche Sep 2021
I've been marking
my skin
with pain I could
only acknowlege
through pen.

And when he came,
no space was left
to welcome
the story he had to tell.

So I made him pages
in a corner
no one had ever
dared to flip.
psyche Sep 2021
No.

Not yet.

Not until you
feel that pulse
that says...

You could grow old
with that one.
psyche Sep 2021
Oh what a wonderful
castle she had built
in bricks she fenced
its peace
no thorn could ever
cross

until one cold winter night,
a painter came
with graffiti he whispered
all flowers bloom
on spring
even on fall
all naked trees would bow.

That when she woke up
from a life-time death,
her walls...

unshattered
yet changed.
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