Alas,
For you no longer hold me last.

You
Expect me to
While you
Did too.

There's nothing more sad
Than a loose grip of intertwined hands

There's nothing more miserable
Than an unwilling hug.

Hand traces - combing through her hair
Pull closer - leaning in - for the leftover - body
And sleeve is bloodied - "It ain't me"
A pressing on the chest - "He's overdosing"
Fragrant delight - of given vision
Spreading legs - "Let's toss him into bath"
The flow corrupts eyesight and hearing
No echo - dark - she locks and crosses feet
A tracing up her neck - invites hip linger
Sensations thirst - "Just take me" - kissing lips
And vibrant touch of skin - a thrill
Sinks sound - the desperate begging
"Suits you the least" - for being favoured
Hits syringe - light starts to flicker
"Take him by arms" - a splash
And eyelids heavy -
Her fingers digging into back
A jolt - each ******
Is moaned for harder - "Dead"
Convulsion - numbing self
And emptied reasons' dullness - strips
All vomitary hope -
An ache for clarity -
And fertile womb
For "being human" impregnation

Love is more than words,
there may be tears
Love isn’t done in one night,
you work on it for years
It’s the little things you do,
to let them know you care
The hugs and the kisses,
locking eyes with loving stares
It may bring hard times,
when you only have each other
There will be the joy,
of knowing there is no other
Love is a flame,
you can’t let it go cold
You keep the spark alive,
so it never gets old
Love is those memories,
the kisses and the nights
It is two lives brought together,
bells, whistles, and flashing lights
Love is everything,
the journey may bring
The everlasting promise,
beyond the diamond ring
Make love in your heart,
for the one you love every day
Take the time, live your dreams,
so that love will always stay

9/20/25

there's literature hanging in the air right now but i have a stuffed nose and what more can this mouth engulf in a disgusting way.
I had dreams.
Merry should i say but they attach themselves to the literature right now because i have a stuffy nose and can't breathe.
All the passions,
pleasing,
socialization attaches themselves to the literature as it is in the air right now.
Do they all love literature just as much as me
or are they mocking me for the stuffy nose?
because i sure remember smells of those whose enticement ran through my veins and spilled from my finger tips.
They were enchanted by the world yet they all hang in the air now.
Dense air which slowly cripples my eye sight.
Have the air not known of situation i am poised in?
Why would it know?
Its air.
Air.
Air.
Air.
Its so unfair.
I believe the air must be the one who floated the literature up.
Or else why would it be hanging?
That dense air mocks me for having ocean tides on my body,
for the vast difference in our size,
for the way i move slow compared to it and now it holds my
every array of hope.
There's literature hanging in the air now,
Yet the air sickens me
so i think literature loathes to be with me.

How love dwells in silence?
Sitting together on a quiet table—
How someone understands the other
Without the other expressing its choice.

How does a hand gesture care?
Without calling it out...
Why does it feel like a folklore?
Do fancies happen?
answered, yet unsaid.

Chewing my expression
Like a gum without any sweetness.
I saw something unexplained
an astonishing awareness

Gulping my heart deep down
Missing my morning crown
It wasn't a fancy town
But still was—
a town of dreams.

That I am left with—
some faded echoes;
Mixtaped memories.
Just get along — then move on.

Perhaps! It was meant to be.
Maybe! That's why they say
See the world the way it meant to be...

No pressure; only vibes
Living the predictable-
Yet ever changing life.

the one who thinks
stood and walked by oneself.

I painted your greyest skies my warmest colours,
i planted flowers over your dead soil,
i sat in pit of misery as my experience shouldn't be bestowed upon you,
i pleaded as a solider to its king to stop the war,
to stop the war within you
and when the roles were reversed you left me out to stink in my agony, dreaded with misery
When questioned, you looked at me
It was the first i saw your soulless eyes,
and maybe i shouldn't had hesitated with your knife over my throat,
I should've melted over your knife and let blood drip your face,
If it drips would it be sinful? Or a scar?
maybe i should've let myself rot away as my soul would've been free,
if it weren't for me
would you have survived?
You, who held this misery once was too shaken to see if it weren't for me.
We are two worlds colliding and dying.