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  May 2017 Rachna Beegun
Just Melz
As I lay on the ground
Looking up at your smiling face
I can see the lie in your eyes
You're denying the truth
And leaving me in the dirt
Standing over my broken body
Watching my pain and hurt
Multiple with every comment
And ***** look
You put me down on this ***** ground
And lost love was all it took
I'm ashamed to say that I'd take you back
I'd let you pull me up into your arms
Cause without you I'm just a heart attack
Waiting to happen
Just broken pieces and shattered parts
Waiting for you to put me back together

Waiting for you to realize what you've done

Waiting for you to remember me

Waiting for your love


*Waiting for you
  Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Christopher
Maybe someday you'll love me.
Maybe someday my eyes will be the ones you fantasize of before you fall asleep, not his.
Maybe someday every fear shall be conquered like some great hero on his quest to vanquish this depression and keep the demons at bay.
Maybe someday the compilation of the love letters I left on your skin will linger longer than my scent on you and perhaps you'll remember these marks over him.
Maybe someday I won't love alone.
Maybe someday I can hold your gaze and not feel empty inside knowing that I've lied to you.
Maybe that's the root of all this.
That I've lied to you.
That her skin haunts me sometimes and creeps into my mind like the bump in the night and sometimes I'm not honest when I say who the 'I love you' is to.
Maybe it's because I've lied when I say it's always been you.
  Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Sally Smiles
A smile is a frown,
that is totally upside down
With teeth and a grin
the happiest you’ve ever been
Some cheer and joy,
Just like a new toy
Your eyes are wide,
and your fears hide
For their is a smile
far as a mile
Upon your face
as a drawing or a trace
They sometimes stick
Or go down like a wick
Sometimes they stay awhile
for me a smile is a smile
They can also be a key
because that’s what they are to me
Caught in this net of time,
the restless nights create a paradoxical paradigm.

Caught in this head of mine,
chasing after false hope that imitates the divine.

Caught in this reality of ours,
staring at the stars until we snap back into the lonely bar's guitars.
  Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Sandoval
That's what writing does to you. It eats

your free time, and your soul it swallows

it whole, so that you don't get hurt

by flesh it breaks your bones with inspiration.

And, the feeling while I'm writing is this ecstasy

that controls my senses. I was meant for this,

ink tainted fingers, blank pages and this loneliness.

*Sandoval
  Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
Idiosyncrasy
I shut the world out
*Before you became my world.
Okay again. Sorry. (+1)
17/30
  Apr 2017 Rachna Beegun
kclantern
to say I am my own
is a misunderstanding.
I am not my own.
I have no business living in my body.

every so often
a soul enters and departs
slipping and evaporating like clouds
and hazy veils of smoke.

the souls tell me who they were
and what they weren't.
I can no longer help them
since their time is up.

no wonder people ask
"what are you thinking about?"
for souls pass through me like doors
and gates left cracked ajar.

to say I am not myself
is an understatement.
I am emptied.
I hold weary travelers as if they were my own.
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