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Is falling out of love
the same as falling in?
no, right?
end
Our love is a story
But all stories end
Can't we have a sequel?
I’ll sleep away all the grief,
Hoping one day I’ll find relief.
I’ll wait till the sky turns golden,
Hoping someone will come help me with this burden.
So wake me up when it’s over,
Till then I’ll lay down in a bed of clover.
At night when the lights will go down,
There will come a moment when I’m lost but found.
There will come one day,
When there will be no regret, no more nightmares and waking up covered in sweat.
There will come one day,
When I’ll finally fall asleep, somewhere far away in a slumber dark and deep.
why
Love sprouted and grew
Never wanted nor watered
Why do I love you?
I dunno what's gotten into me
I always longed for you
For you gave me rest from the busy world Assured me with safety and security
   Embraced me with warmth and comfort Caressed me with such gentle hands  
And whispered loving words.
Having you...
Is a good and a sweet dream.

But that was what I thought.
For after you gave me all the love,
And after I let my guard down
You finally showed your other self.
  
So, I started to avoid you.
For you gave me distress and misery      
Tormented me with everything I feared
Strained me with horror and fear
Choked me with your ice cold hands
Told me dreadful and ghastly things
Having you...
Is a bad and bitter nightmare.

Knowing the other side of you
Made me woke up to reality.
You inflicted me with so much pain
So much fear that I felt my heart drumming against my chest.
So much that I tremble in remembering.
So, I left you.

I never thought that I could be scared,
Of you, that I liked
Of you that I longed for
I never thought that I'd be afraid,
Afraid of falling again,
               
           Falling...
                                          ­        ...asleep
July 20, 2016
When nightmares inspires you to write a poem. Oh well.
Alone in the room,
my hands are stained
with poetry.
She is the sky above but you look at her through the waters beneath.
You thought that you knew her well by doing that.
But the truth is, all you ever looked at is your own reflection.
You never tried too look up and gaze at the sky and the horizon.
You never knew the depth in its vastness.
You never knew what brightens it.
You never knew when it is enveloped with darkness.
You never knew why it rains.
You never knew how rainbows appear.
You never knew its true colors.
You never saw the sky.
For you never looked at it.
You never saw her as the sky
For you never looked at her.
How can you even say that you saw her when you didn't even try to look at her, eh?

(Written on September 17, 2016)
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