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nour Jul 2014
From deep within;
Emptiness.
As if you're trying substantially to chase a ghost;
Aimless.
You look around and there is no one, nothing
Simply yourself and some nonsense..
then
I ask myself, is it me? Am I the problem?
subsequently..
I take a look at my heart;
I wouldn't find pureness but lucidity and daintiness
However..
Im still on my own
Fighting the feeling of loneliness everyday
The day ends, I go to bed
Cry myself to sleep.. But I wake up hoping that my day would be different
no, it just ends horribly.. like every other day.
Giving up.. It hurts to give up though
Specially giving up on him
As if you're yanking, stripping out, extracting
a piece of your own heart and mind.
..
Holding way too many feelings
Nodding to people and heads
When I wish to have a simple happy life
With my loved ones,
Instead they misunderstand me,
hurt me,
blame me,
disrespect me,
enough..
..
I can't explain my love to him,
infinite emotions of love,
flowing thoroughly within every inch of my heart
..
firexscape Jul 2014
It's 11.23 am
And I've nothing left to say
I think I'll allow some sleep tonight
So I don't have to feel this way
firexscape Jul 2014
I've never hated an object more than when I found that little red notebook of hers.

My heart sank to depths no ocean could reach when I saw how stained with life her words were, despite her claims of hollowness and a dead soul.

Her words mocked me. They were still alive.
She wasn't.
From his point of view.
Ben Ditmars Jul 2014
music hollows
out an empty
heart and plays
its strings.

© Ben Ditmars 2014
Hollow Jul 2014
What happens when
All these little lights inside me
All the little dreams and thoughts
And worries and memories
Are turned off?

Where do they go?
Does a divine entity
Look upon them and pass
Ultimate judgment?
And would my mistakes
Be seen?

Can the broken go to heaven?
Can the unseen wonders
Of a dying soul
Be seen by
The eyes of discipline?
Or are mistakes worth
Too much to look past?

Can liars go to heaven?
Because God knows
I have lied before
Can thieves go to heaven?
For many things
Have I misappropriated
During the course of my
Impure life

Is it too much to ask
A little forgiveness
And if you're not there to answer
Then, who am I talking to?
Who do I tell
When I am ready?
I am not ready.
volcano Jul 2014
3
I sat by your side for three hours that night while you slept.
Your face was at peace, you reminded me of a child whose innocence was still in place and not yet bustled about or knocked over by the harshness of the world.
Your breathing was even, more so than it ever was because you were always doing some sport (running, mostly), so maybe one day you'd be strong enough to fight back the life that always caught up to you.
You were still.
You weren't turning away from me, you weren't sliding your hands up and over my thighs, you weren't shifting around to find a better position with me leaning against you because for whatever reason the space I occupied not only next to you but in your life made you uncomfortable.
I sat tucked against your side and listened to you breathe for three hours.
I heard the breaths you took and the way you sighed when your body thought nobody could hear and I've never been in love with a sound but I would be satisfied if I never could hear anything else but that.

It's been four months since you left and that memory is still what says goodnight to me.
volcano Jul 2014
2
it's funny how
after days
and weeks
and months
of you looking at me
you never really saw me

and even funnier yet how
after days
and weeks
and months
of you being gone
you're still the only thing i can see
firexscape Jul 2014
Oh,
but no one heard the broken girls with the hollow screams
and hairline fractures running through
their ice-chilled hearts.
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