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Shi Em May 2020
but you have a terrible habit
of glancing up at the sky
then looking down fast
as if you were telling yourself
that you had no right
to admire its beauty
Shi Em Apr 2020
you are love
and chaos
at the same time
Shi Em Jun 2020
anxieties —
they keep me up,
and now they long
to wither me down
Shi Em Jul 2020
but calm nights like tonight makes me fear what tomorrow might bring.
Shi Em Jul 2020
there are happy endings,
and endings that stand
as beginnings,
but sometimes
there are simply just —
endings.
Shi Em Jul 2020
i have a terrible habit
of ruining the things
i don't want to ruin.
Shi Em Aug 2020
it's days like today that
makes me want
to crawl out
of my own skin.
Shi Em Aug 2020
i hate my weight
and all my weighted thoughts
Shi Em Aug 2020
it's 3am —
and the only demons alive
are those inside my mind
Shi Em Aug 4
but I am old enough now
to have my fears comfort me;
and have the things I love
chain me in fear -
Shi Em Apr 2017
she was a puzzle in a piece of art
painted down on an empty canvas
as splatters of different colored ink
completing a masterpiece  that cannot be understood
by all **** means
and yet there he was staring,
a tear falling from his eye,
as it pierced through every little parts
of his broke down soul
Shi Em Mar 2017
we take too much of very little things
just to satisfy our never ending cravings
we give too little of what we have too much
because that's how we work,
*us, selfish human beings
Shi Em Mar 2017
the words that are left unsaid
are the ones that mean the most
Shi Em Jan 2017
and he loved her more
as he watched her listen
to the stories the moon
illuminates.
Shi Em Mar 2017
but I know,
that the only reason that we're together,
is because you see her in me,
but I want you to remember,
i'm my own person too.
Shi Em Mar 2017
sometimes giving up
pushes you to start moving
forward
Shi Em Jan 2017
and so everytime I stare
at the mirror;
all i can see is a remnant
of who i ever was.
Shi Em Apr 2017
and so she imprints it on a paper,
desperately wishing that it would seal the time,
where she lived, and grieved,
as well as loved,
hoping that in her next lifetime,
she would stumble upon that book again,
innocently scavenging through the pages,
and having it touch her soul,
oblivious to the fact that
it was her memories all along
Shi Em Mar 2017
but this is reality,
it does not matter if I love you this much,
because in the end - I can only look at you from afar
Shi Em Jan 2017
i wonder if someone ever
bothered to put back
the pieces of myself that
i've left behind.
Shi Em Mar 2017
i could be the sun,
i'd burn myself just to see you shine,
but a love like that is toxic.
Shi Em Jan 2017
and i didn't realize how
destructive this love was;
until i found myself missing
all my parts just to make you
complete
Shi Em Jan 2019
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Shi Em Oct 2018
There will be better days
and everything will turn out
to be okay.
Someday.
Yes, soon it will be.
I know that for sure.

-but for the meantime, it is going to be a very long and painful wait.
Just hold on a little while longer.
Shi Em Jul 2017
blood drips around his lips,
as he bleeds out the words,
boy, don't you even try;
I know that it's all a lie
Shi Em Jul 2017
THE MARKINGS you left on the wall,
still burns out strong,
yet here I am,
staring at it all alone.
Shi Em Jan 2019
If I could do it all over again,
I'd still choose to have my heart
taken by you
no matter how many times its
bound to break
Shi Em Jul 2017
but love shouldn't feel like
cold brewed caffeine,
on a disastrous winter rain.
Shi Em Jul 2017
People talking,
people coming,
people leaving,
and yet here I am,
stuck in the same place,
still unmoving.
Shi Em Jan 2018
do not be deceived with the illusion that I've painted;
you'd think I'd be the calm after the storm;
but inside this ball of sunshine,
I am nothing but a raging storm.
Shi Em Aug 2017
the world is a judge,
and I am the accused.
no trials were held.
but the verdict was guilty.
Shi Em Jul 2017
different colored cups,
different seasoned tea,
what a wonderful beauty,
Humanity.
Shi Em Mar 2017
it's ironic to realize that it is actually
the happiest moments that carves the
deepest scars.
you
Shi Em Mar 2015
you
somewhere behind that never ending darkness,
is someone who wants to be loved
and treasured;

someone whose waiting and waiting,
despite of the fact that it's slowly
losing it's last ember;

you can't see it because it's always behind
the shadows,

waiting for the time that you'll gradually
discover its

w o r t h

but can't you see?
that someone is

y
o
u

your heart has been waiting for far too long
to love yourself for once that
it's slowly covered in bruises and scars;

far too long that it's almost covered itself in
a labyrinth of pain with the hopes of
what could've been and
what could never been;

and maybe,
it's finally time to give yourself a
little rest.
Shi Em Jun 2018
you are the draft
of my poetries
that I have kept hidden.
you've taught me how to render
all these feelings to be unspoken.

you are the song
by which the octave
of my voice can't reach;
and yet I still try to sing you in secrecy.

you are the art
that my simple mind
can't seem to understand
but it's okay, because I feel you
and that's what gives these emotions
an infinite ampersand.

you are all these,
and yet to me, you are still nothing.
because in this life, that is all we are, and is all what we are ever going to be: nothing.
and I - although it hurts, have learned the hard way on how to accept that.

— The End —