sweetheart, buttercup, cutie pie,
these are the words,
I put in with a good morning,
so when you wake up,
you start the day smiling,
but now those words,
can never be said to anyone else,
because it reminds me of you,
even if you are not here to fall in love with

a wise eyed cynic
head full of rational thought
ignored by his only friend

as i descend into madness,
will you be my Horatio?
standing through it all
with the utmost clarity?

Oh, to be Horatio
as your closest friends are dragged into the clutches of insanity

Am not thirsty for ***.
Am also not thirsty for likes and attention,
am thirsty for loyalty and that's' all

From the foundations of manhood
I send you this letter.

Right now might seem the worse
But the end will be better.

I’ve longed for someone  
While we’ve been together

I’d try to do both
But I’m not that clever

And I know I said never again

******* with randoms
A friend of a friend

Lies on top lies
That **** never ends

But atleast this time
I told the truth like a man.

I am simply misunderstood.  
People assume I'm weird because I'm quiet,
That I'm a freak because I prefer to keep to myself than beg for attention.

What they don't understand is that I don't trust others easily, which means I avoid every human possible.

What they don't understand is that I have anxiety and it is so difficult to talk to new people.

But like every new person that enters my life, they assume and I am once again left misunderstood.

” The freshness is gone the interest is lost
   We portray love just for facebook post.
  The madness decreases, the excitement reduces
  Laden with chore our love ceases
  The sparkle fades and then
   We see the darker shades
  Eating together,sleeping together
  Still isn’t there a silent war???
  This is the person I still adore
  But somewhere deep I feel
  “We don’t talk anymore???”
And here to describe our current situation in the relation I penned down a few words:
We stay miles apart
And you ask if it doesn’t hurt
The agony of missing
The excitement of meeting
Feeling ambivalent
But that’s how it was meant..
The freshness, the madness
The smiles on our face
The gifts the surprises
And our love never ceases
We understand the worth
Only when we are away
And then we look forth
For every passing day..
I cannot see your face
I cannot hear your voice
Then the phone rings
And our hearts make this noise
We tease each other
About having an another,
Enchants of our past
Mysteries of the future
We never fail to pour our emotion
And that’s when we feel we had “The Conversation”

July 14, 2017
Why break a person who’s already at their breaking point? You see, there’s broken pieces of flesh surrounding us. So how long until there’s a phone call? We people rest easily side by side, but the ground has been dug up. We choose to see the light, yet how does one find light when those keep locking spirits in a cave? The sun is stretching but this person is lodged at the bottom of the ocean, and all those cries are just whispers amongst the cold cement.

Far amongst the treacherous lands is a journey to find a white rose fulfilled with loyalty, but they continue to keep running into thick deep cut thorns cutting into the skin of their unfathomable dark secrets. Those secrets are gone and so is the rest of the person. That person will attempt to scream once more into the distance, but the fog has become stronger than the voice they can release, and now they are done, drenched in thick grey smoke unable to breath, choked upon memories, no longer more.