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Nov 2020
You're the chamber of my poetry...
I hope you feel home within this words inside of me,
You're the veins of my flowing letters blending in every artery,
I hope you care to roam this poems until the very periphery.

You're the thoughts who's torturing me, so hard and it badly hurts.
I hope you didn't mind but I'm pleading you to stop it, make it love and comforts.
You're the main tube why I'm still breathing,
I hope you care to lighten up those hands holding on my neck, I felt suffocating.

You see, I am writing this because you're part of me, you're my energy...
But I hope you can see those burdens, in my heart it circulate as agony,
You're my brain, I give you permission to control in every domain,
But please, I hope you will take care of it, I trusted you but please care to discipline.

I'm out of line, my words are no longer in exact phrase and number,
This is not just a poetry, I hope you will fixed me, I hope you will care to wonder..
Hear me out, please, you're my other ear where I used to listened,
Please, tell me. I'm hoping from the very beginning, I hope you will enlightened.

Hoping you will understand me, but those hopes are starting to fade away,
You're not the man I loved, the man I've always chanted to say,
My Right Man but I erased my standard for you, to fit in every side of my paper..
But you broke the every pieces of me, you leave me with a huge crater.

I hope you heal me, as your promised you will stay,
I was hoping you will protect me, for you care to embrace my melancholy..
I hope and I've always hope that you will never be change.
But I hope, when the day comes and you bid your goodbyes, hope you care to rearrange the part of me that has left alone, damage...

And for the last hope, I hope you loved me the way that I love you,
Yet it breaks my heart when I realize that you was just like playing around, I got bruise..
I was writing a poem to a wrong man but I will take this opportunity to learn how to be a better poet,
Someday, in a right time- I can able to write the best expression at My Right Man who's my living amulet.
-False promises
Psyche
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Psyche  22/F/Philippines
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