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Does the thought of him still bothers you?
Does his presence still haunts you?
Does your call logs still have tons of his missed calls?
Even though he's been friend zoned?
Out of empathy do you still comfort him?
Do you lend your musical ears to hear bittersweet lies from him?
Is it still tough to act up your courage?
Even though you know this is a phase?
Even though he makes you see it clearly?
Does he still make your creative eyes see the nature of his friendship hypocritically?
Does he try to control your carefree world?
Does he still try to ruin the happy moments with his deliberate gloominess?
Does he still linger in your fantastical dreams woven for you to amaze?
And does he still try to fill your innocent sky with that hateful color of anger?
Does he still try to make you feel guilty of the things you would never imagine to do?
But in his virtual self-created world which suits him better is he still hurting you by leaving small but hurtful scars?
Does your scars of unknowings still hurt?
Have I failed to help you?
But can you please try to help yourself every now and then?
That if you feel void I'm one call away?
Does it still happen?
Don't let someone change who you are, to become what they need.
-Unknown
Ara Dec 2016
Dead or alive.
How can I know the difference,
either way, I've been "useful" all my life.

No love from life
nor life from love
until it was taken away,
by a man who's manipulation drove . . .

Tears I took for my savior
and joy from a dripping arm.
Crimson for my delicacy,
he claimed he didn't mean any harm.

His carnal needs only shoved
visions, a painful lance.
I will gladly fall from love
with a first and last glance.

Please save me from the ungloved,
forceful hands creeping down my intimates . . .
Is writing worth it anymore?

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