No fights, no pleas,
soft voice lets me leave.
Stuck wading the seas
what a life I done weaved.

Leaving love, leaving passion,
lost my soul; one line caption.

Feeling free but not gone,
lone sharks in motion
too proud to hold on.

No closure or commotion,
just a ‘scort leaving hearts.

And I’m stuck with our memories
a fish bleeding apart.

I don't love you, nor you me                                                               ­                                               
   We are fused together in misery                                                           ­                                       
   Once hidden from visibility                                                       ­                                         
Now we radiate hostility                                                        ­                                            
    No more I love You's are said,                                                            ­                                                
Insults get hurled instead                                                                          ­                                            
 Back-to-back we lay in bed                                                              ­                                    
 Wishing that the other was dead                                                             ­                                               
                                                                ­                                                      
A volcano ready to erupt                                                            ­                    
                                                                ­                                                  
Yet nothing left between us                                                                     ­                                            
  Makes me wonder if there ever was                                                                                                      
Except the hate I always got                                                                   ­    
It's sick, it's sad, it hurts so much                                                                      ­                                
 That I chose to hate over love

There we are
Bundles of thoughts and nerves
We plan and script
Burn the midnight oil
Charting paths and mapping
Defining destinations
But then, life happens

And it will

I suppose I could brood
And close tired eyes
Or I could lasso a cloud
And hitch a ride to paradise

Memories running wild every night,
Turning out to be a inner fight,
My mind keeps going back to you,
Don't know if my thoughts are true.

My heart flies higher and higher,
Every time I think of us together,
When you pass by, I feel butterflies,
Hard to digest realizing it was all lies.

It would be better for me not to exist,
Reasons that are keeping me, I can make a list.
In this short journey, there was never us,
Not even a thought about me, I guess.

Was worried about the day you’ll forget me,
Nothing will change, even if I get down on my knee,
Proceeding life forgetting all about me,
Hope that's the way it was meant to be.

I made a sharp sword, out of your words, sweet art,
which did cut my heart, tearing it apart,
A piece of my soul is in every verse I pen,
Yet your actions and words shot me like a loaded gun.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

blanket and pillows and snacks
chopped and dr pimple popper
tv and instagram and cats
late nights and laughter
sleeping in and staying in
pjs all day

Can you love somebody
But never want to talk to them again
Because their word are filled with such lies
And such hatred
That they can rip you apart
With one syllable

Can you love somebody
But never want to stare into their eyes again
Because their eyes are so empty
Like vast pits
That are never able to see anything real
Never able to see you

Can you love somebody
But never want to hold their hand again
Because nothing is permanent
Give it a couple weeks
And that hand won’t be holding yours
But rather another girls

Can you love someone
But know that you’ll never be loved back
Despite the rejection
Despite the pain
Can you still love him?

Lilies mean I dare you to love me,
Yet no one ever dared before.
She wore unworthiness like armour,
Too afraid to ask for more.

But then their souls collided softly,
A feeling whispered, old yet new.
As if their atoms once had danced,
As if her heart already knew.

Stargazers were her favourite flowers,
Pink petals stretching toward the sky.
She never thought she’d be deserving,
Yet he brought them—without a why.

He told her love was hard to give,
That words don’t spill from heart to tongue.
But every act, each quiet moment,
Spoke of love he left unsung.

The day he gave her stargazers,
She learned that she could bloom as well.
That love was not a war to fight,
But something safe where she could dwell.

Still, they have never said the words,
Three small ones locked behind their lips.
But love is felt in all the ways
That words may falter, break, or slip.

And if they never pass through her,
Then may they come from him instead.
For she could never bear to hear
“I love you” from another’s breath.