Why would anyone
Want the knockoff
When they could have
Something better
They ignore me
Only noticing when
They want something
Being a knockoff *****
You're alway compared
To the original

There are times I need what I don't know
I yearn for it so much
I struggle tirelessly ,and my heart takes me round
At times making me sit on the floor
Climb to the topmost branch of a tall tree
The time I need what I don't know
The time my heart needs something I don't know
It has no condition
No restrictions or rules
It has no reason to getting that item.
It only needs something
But dearly,
I realised this situation grips me
When you keep quiet.
And so my heart needs you
Only that my memory cannot capture you a smart
And so I sit down like we do
I play music like we do
I play on tress like we do
I joke with cats or dogs like we do
And I do all we do
But I remain not satisfied
Because my heart needs what I don't know!

He kills me
But he saves me
He hates me
But he loves me
He empties me
But he makes me whole
He hurts me
But he's the reason I smile
He breaks me
But he puts me back together
Everyday.
A never ending cycle.
But one day...
There will be nothing left.

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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

There's no satisfaction
In the pain
That courses through me
There's no enjoyment
In the happiness
That in your eyes
I can see
There's no love
In my heart
That breaks daily
There's no one
In my life
That I can see
There's no hope
In my future
That will show mercy
There's nothing
Left in this world
That can make me **happy

I don't want to talk about it
That doesn't help
I want to go do something insane that will make me forget about it
Dwelling on it makes it worse
It doesn't help to "talk about my feelings"
I don't care if you think it does
I understand that I feel Broken
I know that I am not alone and I know there are people who understand
I know that people do care about me
But logic doesn't fix pain
I don't want to talk to someone about how depressed and worthless and hollow I feel
I want to be with someone who understands and is aware of what I am feeling
But who doesn't talk about it with me unless I want to
And we can just go and do something crazy
That will make the agony flicker and fade
For just a second

My secret wish
is just to dissolve
into my bed
to become one
with everything around
to become the fabric
of the universe

To become water
run through mountains
into green valleys
and join everyone
at the sea party
to raise up as clouds
and fall down as rain drops

To end the thirst
of one lonely human
to became his blood
to go through his lungs
through his heart
and livers
and to leave him again.

To leave the Earth
and go on a journey
that leads nowhere
into deep space
to watch it all from afar
watch it all end
and start all over again.