on the chessboard of life, i am no more than a ****. a fruitless tree in an astoundingly vast orchid. a candle that lacks a wick, a flame that never flickers. a hypothetical being without a purpose or plan. the hypocritical brute, who is fattened on self-grandeur and sick off narcissistic thoughts. in the dictionary of life i am no more than a punctuation mark, a mere dot on a piece of paper, trying to clarify the stew of words, flung together by an equally trifling author.
I can still feel it. The way your lips touched mine. Without meaning. Without feelings. I missed them. Your kisses. Your attention.
I saw it. The way your eyes drifted to others. Never straying to mine. Never filled with the same spark. Always dull. Lifeless. Loveless.
You would say it. Those three words. Not to me. Never to me. To the others. They always got your love. I got your hate. Your anger. Always.
“You don’t have to love me.”
You gave me orders. Never to be near you. Never to hold hands. Not in public. We did not know each other. They would get the wrong idea. “We are cousins,” You would say. You were embarrassed. To be seen. With me.
I was your puppet. You pulled the strings. And I obeyed your commands. You never loved. Not me. Never me. I was your toy. Something you could throw away.
It’s all a game. Of feelings. Of pain. Of love. Of hate. You are the king. I’m your ****. Just a piece on your board.
I loved you. More than anything. I let you use me. Hurt me. If I got to be with you. Nothing else mattered. You didn’t feel the same.
“No one ever does.”
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Love is a weakness, or so they say. Is our love my strength? because I often feel you never meet me halfway. Why is it always the same person who makes me feel the most loved, is the one who has the power to rip my happiness away with a single look? The one that holds me when I'm in shambles and wipes away my tears is the same person who caused them here. I've always dreamed of a fairy tale romance, and with you, I have wanted that for so long. but given the circumstance, soon I'll be gone.
Someday someone will love me with their whole heart and it will be everything I have ever dreamed of. I have to hold on to that.
Can you capture, can you get away? he asked patiently appearing harmless, helpful like a sensei
I sat in thought nervous about my next move trying to focus on the box in play, just as he had taught me ignorantly paying no mind to the soon-to-be-queen brewing in a distant plane A ****, but only in disguise stealthily eyeing its next ****
I looked to him for guidance but his demeanor had quickly changed his eyes, no longer looking so kind
My fingers froze, my chest compressed I thought to myself can I capture, can I cower?
As it turned out, my next move would be futile no matter So I took my pieces and walked away I was no good at playing games anyway
Apart from the Malice I'd like to Subsume Are some Fortune's Tags which I strive to defer And Mood the Dragon's Seasoned **** resume Threw Slime instead; And dissolved my Brother Shall I charge as your Fault? But then again, Your same usual Stones pound my Bouncing Head With no other Ritual to confront this Pain You continue to bray; And play Mule instead Unaware of the Grass you still do hurt Blinded by the Light which you call Divine Philosophy leashes your own True Worth Sticks you in Trivia; And robs your eyes blind. What is there to blame from such Harrowed Young Since the Lord Philip's Man has not yet sung?