Something more fearful than death I perceived
To be alone or abandoned I feel less unhinged
Castle built underground, vain to be seized
So all Kings will never find this Queen's lone field

Counting small staircase steps with her head down
Once glitter-blinded now a wrecked grace gown
Threw her name low, echoes of falling crown
Just a chess piece forgotten by the town

Something more dreadful than dying I suppose
To be found by love while lost in your course
Can't hold on your dreams when everything falls
To never be truly loved, curtains close

Forever in the dark her eyes are blind
To see the face of love and understand
That when the Heart argues, follow the Mind
Only love is right when both intertwined

Something more tragic than murder I ponder
Killed by silence while love screams however
Only eyes talk, waiting in the corner
Counting all these wasted time in number

Plunge your pride with the Sword of bravery
Run Great Knight, chase Queen's heart while it's timely
Conquer her castle of deep misery
Take her in your kingdom, captive yet free

He wants you to know that he feels wasted.
The feeling of ash in his mouth, tasteless, 

but the numbness he feels isn’t painless, just nameless.
He thinks you think yourself blameless but his hatred, though baseless; shapeless and aimless, reckless,

is tenacious; holding him in stasis. Sleepless. Wakeless.


“You took all that I had and spread it out like a selection on a cheese board for all to see, but you… You kept my heart for yourself. And every now and again you return to it and watch, pressing down slowly upon the needles that hang there like some strange, disturbed voodoo doll. Well, when the needles have been pressed through, they’ll have nowhere left to go, and the holes that you leave, will heal over tenfold.”


  Waste not, want not.

  Want not, waste not.
                  Wasted not, wanted.
                  Wanted not, wasted.
                   Wasted no. Not wasted. He just feels it.

I promised myself I'd call today
so that I could somehow convey
that I think of you an awful lot,
but I'm sorry. that's as far as I got.

It's happened before. Probably will again.
And each time I think I will call you when
my emotions are less raw and calm down a bit,
so you only hear Happy in the words I transmit.

But doubt flickers behind it all,
killing the idea and I don't call.
And always, I re-vow my intent
but I'm sure you thought me negligent.

How could you know though? Surprised, I cry.
All those indecisive moments have passed me by.
Those moments I chose silence were easier on my fears,
but my God, all those moments have turned into years!

So today, please don't be quite so inclined
To believe you were never on my mind.
You were-so much-but all the what-ifs
effectively induced my paralysis.

nothing hurts more
than the sweet lies
of fake romances
and the wasted time
of too many undeserved chances

s.s

Time with you is never wasted
— like the hours buried in a good book,
or any story worth reading.
Love is lessons learned
and ours stream like a flowing brooke
That carries the minutes, unheeding

— @sheherazad.poetry