tainted black

tainted black Nov 2018

i held my pen
at 3 AM
with hopes depleting
amidst the air

and then i thought
what to write
is it my sadness
or is it my fright?

i held my pen
at 3 AM
my paper blank
mind all hollow

with another pill
to take and swallow
to sing me to sleep
with its voice so mellow

i held my pen
at 3 AM
with ragged breath
and drooping lids

then the pen slid
out of grasp
along with my
final gasp

tried to write a free verse poem inspired by my sadness last night. think i failed on this one though.

#sadnes #anxiety #sleepless

tainted black Nov 2018

metaphors

"do you like me?" she asked.
"no, it's your metaphors that i like." he replied looking away.

#unrequited #love #metaphors

tainted black Nov 2018

a garden of wilted flowers

he planted—
flowers in her heart
watered them every day
and left it to wilt

tainted black Nov 2018

i used to write about love

i used to write about love

yet—
never this painful
never this emotional
never with this deeper meaning

i used to write about love

though—
never as factual
never as concrete
with this i am sure

i used to write about love

but—
not this; never in this state
not this heartfelt
not this time, i know

i used to write about love

now—
with basis
with common knowledge
with experience

i used to write about love

and—
they used to be words
all hollow; like how my mind used to be
but now it contains with those promises you've given me

#love

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