A slow,
pain-absorbent
Difficult,
depressing moment
There's not much to expect
But to wait
when it will end
when is your end.
I'd rather
Be extinct in an instant,
expire abruptly
Than decay
and lose hope.

Broken poetries
Confused soliloquies
Unsent letters
Unexpressed behaviors

Divided heart
Unfinished art
Terrible voices
Worthless pieces

Sleepless nights
Nostalgic bites
Broken dreams
Unexplored whims

And a collection of regrets
That left permanent twinges.

picture the pieces of yourself
that you spent hours picking apart
for every flaw and imperfection
for every blemish, every mark.

double them as plasters,
band-aids stuck to shield the wounds
made by your mistakes,
by your infractions.

they weren't good enough.
sticking to your skin
like leaves off branches,
baring crimson and flesh torn open.

As you sit back and look,
Try to add it all up;
The unshed tears among your disarray.
Dripping water gone undisturbed,
All the screams that went unheard
Your memories eye's,
Even turn away.

Imploding air as you sigh,
Buning bridges from past goodbyes
Unchartered waters like tidal waves
The many layers as to why
Still determined not to cry
As they force their way, upon this page
Your memories eyes
Still turned away.

With the ink still not dry
Your words of meaning cannot hide
What your memories eyes
Can't bare to take.

You loved me together with my scars.
Scars caused with pains and tragedies.
You loved me on the nights when I did not even love myself.
You were there to nurture me, to nurse my wounds.
To stop the bleeding, to give me warm hug and sweet kisses.
You loved me the way I should be loved.
You loved me with my foul mouth and short patience,
Like you were enjoying staring at me when I start to get ******.
You loved me in my morning moods as the way you loved my calm nights.
I get to use with it. All of it.
It was beautiful and surreal.
And you did not stop loving me until I stopped.
I created this small universe excluded you.
I started to walked away from your begging.
I turned my back with your pleading.
I hurt you, I left. I was never contented of what you can offer.
Until you get tired and I’m regretting.

Like fireflies we burned so bright,
Hope eternal, life inferno
Through the darkness of the blackest night;
We blazed our trails yet now must go
To that place in which we rest our wings,
Humbled, quietly troubled
In reverence to the King of Kings.

So fierce the flame of ageing man,
Regrets eternal, death too certain
Burns up those dreams and best-laid plans;
Leaves just the ash of our untruths,
Fading, sadly aching
For that firefly light burnt out for you.

TS Lefort

You might be quite bored
But don’t make the same mistake
Do NOT dye your hair