Eclipsed by ecstasy,
etching ourselves,
from corner to corner,
we drew out the figures of our present,
and scribbled out the plagues of our past.
We marched in unison,
eager to cry out to the world,
All we had learnt,
and all that we had taught,
but could no longer remember.
Faces seemed to exhale wisdom,
Because not only the people,
But the air understood what we knew.
What we had always known,
Yet had somehow trapped away.
Purging our unconscious,
Spewing our fears.
The world as we knew it was in mid-applause
and ready to erupt.

Erupt to only find ourselves,
On the journey back from where we came.
As if we were molten hardening back to reality,
Where regrets and headaches,
fail to numb the truth.

I walked into the room
he said he liked my hair
I thought he was lying
He wasn't.
I sang a song to myself
he said he liked my voice
I thought he was lying
He wasn't.
I had a staring contest
he said he liked my eyes
I thought he was lying
He wasn't.
I let him kiss my lips
he said he liked me
I thought he was lying
He wasn't.

Instead of going out on that Friday night
she got out her old suitcase
and filled it with every memory
of the one who broke her heart.
She gathered every picture,
every love letter and poem,
every baggy band sweatshirt
and gently packed them away.
With her warmest scarf and mittens on
she hauled the baggage
down to the taxicab
and gave the driver an address.
"Here you are, miss
did you need a hand with that bag?"
She kindly refused the offer
and stepped onto the pier.
The suitcase grew heavier
and heavier by the minute
as she drug it all the way
to the edge of the dock.
Waves crashing against the wood
and the wind ruining her hair
she took one last look at the bag
and tossed it over the edge.
A single tear streamed down
her rosy red cheeks
as the tide took away
the suitcase full of broken promises.
She ran back to the cab
and asked him to take her home
where she could finally exist
without the burdens of love.
There is no moral to the story,
no real point to be had
Except that I am that girl
and I put you in that bag.

we talked about forever
like it was something feasible
and at times I believed it was
a forever
with a person
with a soul
but you have no soul
that became evident after you
     hit me
       pushed me
          misused me
             kissed her
                 ****** her
                    picked her
I'm well aware
that I am no Juliet
but you were never a Romeo
despite your fake and valiant efforts
where are you now?
alone
like me
the difference is
you will always be alone
but I fell in love again
I guess you found your forever
sure hope it was worth it
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