There's a depth in you that has yet been discovered.
Abyssal and buried
it terrifies your lovers.
These trenches
carved in your heart from years of pain frozen into ice.
Bottomless cracks in your chest
where no one can touch you
have become paradise.

August 1, 2017

Hello...hello, is anyone out there?
I’m drowning from my tears
I’m trying my best to reach the elysian paradise
But it’s no use
I’m down deep in the waters
I’m almost reaching to the bottom, which is what I fear
Love is such poison to me
When I need it, Cupid’s bow hits someone else so I can suffer
Love is not kind to me
It leads me into a dark pit
Love makes me want to crave more
For them to show affection to me
To pay attention to me
To hold me
To reassure me
To tell me that all will be okay
Love comes in many ways
Yet it does not deliver to ones who have felt they no longer deserve it, no matter how much they need it
It’s too late
Is it?
Will the blind doves be able to see?
Will I have a chance?
Will there be a time when someone will lend me their hands…
And pull me out of despair?
Will I be able to experience the pure warmth from love?
Will that one day ever come?
Then I shall wait for that day when I can say what others say…
We came
We saw
We loved
But until then, I stay asleep in the deep sea
Waiting for the day, for I will be awaken…
When my borders are broken down due to the overwhelming amount of true care and love
When I break my chains off that hold me down
Is when I will become true to myself
And to you
So please be kind to me
For I am trapped

"Sometimes I tire
of poems
about poets,"*

said the poet.