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Nov 2014 · 290
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mlcsq Nov 2014
She starts to speak,
he listens close.
Her eyes welled up,
as his mind froze.
He inches near,
she falls right in.
He holds her tight,
the know within,
they're the ones who could have been.

She pulls his hand
right off her head
for fear that she would utter
things she shouldn't say.
So he offers words
he wished he didn't mean.
Her happiness is all that matters to him.

So it goes.
They'll never know
what life might have been
if someone had caved in
when they once had no one to hold.
If they only had seen
and knew what could have been.

She says goodbye,
he bids farewell.
Their hearts still lie to whom they love.
Mar 2014 · 314
why?
mlcsq Mar 2014
why did you appear in my life,
and made me care for you
like a bird with broken wings,
nestled in my hands,
n my arms.

why did you care the way you did?
to stir the stillness in my heart.
your company like the warmth that i've lost.
your concern mending all that was broken

why did we get so close?
that we saw each other every other day,
our messages teasing and joking,
many memories in many places that we chose to make.

why did we tug the strings of our heart?
till our breaths matched in the still of the night.
our hands intertwined and tangled
unlocking as they brush through our hair.

why did we go that much further?
that we spoke words so tender and beautiful,
our lips caressed in sin,
my hands slipping down your dress.

why did you choose to change?
for fear of where this may lead,
you faded away from us,
failing to speak but rather to hide deeper in the unknown.

why did you break me apart?
a lover to a friend and now an acquaintance,
scowling at every step I took.
while I looked up at the pedestal you stand.

why am I the lovestruck fool?
trying to salvage things from this wreck,
my concern not worthy of your time,
yet you're taking all that you can.

why? ame. why?
Mar 2014 · 371
worm.
mlcsq Mar 2014
Cover me now,
with the shadow of your hand.
Leave me blind,
for i’m the puppet in your plans.

Tear me up,
till every bone crumbles inside.
Leave me shackled,
fallen on your breast.

This pool of blood is yet to be,
I clutched the trigger you placed on my head
You’re my ticking time bomb.
I’m the ******* to my own fate.

I know you’re the toxic that exists
I know you’re the pain I could peel.
I know you’re the venom inside of me
I know you’re the worm in my veins I seek to feel.

Spit on me,
there is no shame in emptiness.
Lie from me,
your words tear holes in my flesh.

Take my soul
and put it to the test.
Tease me hard,
as I fall to temptation and sin.

I’ve inscribed your name on my walls in red,
with the agony you seeded oh so oft’
You’re my ticking time bomb.
and i’m about to set it off.

**** me, I know it is coming to an end.
and leave with the promise that was never meant.
Feel me, just before I make the leap.
I still feel warm from your last caress
What if you wanted something that you had a taste of?
something that you couldn't have?
this is my story of how it is still driving me mad.
Mar 2014 · 303
tomorrow.
mlcsq Mar 2014
every morning I wake up,
with an aching in my heart.
the bed staling with each passing day,
each day tougher to start.

the silent dawn then comes alive
as I recall words and laughter that rings so true,
as I hug this pillow tighter
wishing it was you.

I close my eyes as I rest my head,
yet all I see is you.
These lips recall fervent memories
of times that passed too soon.

and as I rise with the first gleam of light
and place my feet upon the floor,
I try to walk away from your departure,
as I pace to wards the door.

the day soon ends,
and as I lay again in this bed,
I know i'll wake up the next morning,
I know it'll be the same ache.
Mar 2014 · 440
Fate.
mlcsq Mar 2014
This is story that I left to fate
with words I didn't know.
Just as you left me speechless with your grace,
and left me longing for your place.

This is the story that I left to fate.
One which you can partake.
If you'll hold my hand through the currents to be,
this is our story to make

— The End —