#conditionallove
Love my fluffy friend more than stranger parents.
My innocent friend, don’t follow trend,
Always same, always bland,
Soaked in invisible blood
stains.
Soul bleeds, life is a mess.
Fairytale is a home, lifelong bless.
World demands unaddressed sacrifice,
Always it scales the less.
Providers have the crown of madness, laser light of so much pride
More than the Almighty?
On the pointed light, we search a corner to hide.
They demand exchange,
More obedience than so little guidance,
From every way possible.
Aren’t we kids human?
Not all-rounder in every syllable.
In this so called perfect world not everything is doable.
Mock your looks, the love for your academic books.
They say nothing matters
Losers can't fight
That’s how each night
A fragile heart shatters.
Not everyone is a topper,
A beauty with wisdom ,
Chef, also good vegetable chopper.
Not a full-time cleaner,
Not a extraordinary kid and to whom world says clever
Work all time, no exchange of wages,
The meter of scale never truly changes.
Pillow, the transparent pain you swallow,
Leaves my tired eyes hollow.
It hurts so much I can’t sleep,
Biting my dear pillow, I silence my broken weep.
Tried to keep
All your demands in my hand , it stabbed too deep.
It bleeds every day,
Searching for the Almighty
In the clouds, swaying leaves
Who never demands, only gives.
Buried my sleep
I was never meant to keep.
Gave up spectacles who promised better sight
World laughs, they don’t like.
(A) gets mockery over the study of hours after cleaning, chopping, cooking, being a best kid
I dropped the lid of life
Dropped my clingy weight —
Scale wants only 45.
Still, world says to little ones,
“Don’t be like her, she is 1 out of 85.”
A soft pillow, where we search for comfort,
We blame the illegal claim.
Pain sings by every broken chord.
Where is pain? Yearn for God.
So near, but so far,
Lord of scale up there
But here, scale is the only proof,
Charges rent in obedience,
Reward is just a roof.
Here heart stays unkept.
I am stuck in Life debt.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
__I. Ignition__ _(1st Gear)_
We built this bond with bolts and wires,
not warmth. Call it a connection— but it
was code, calibrated smiles and pre-programmed
concern. You turned the key, and I came alive
Just long enough to move when you needed motion.
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__II. Drive__ _(2nd Gear)_
We were just motorheads, revving louder than we felt.
Not riders—just parts in motion. Fueling the ride,
but never the journey. You drove me— not toward a
future, but to the edge, where metal meets rust, where
trust wears thin. Your “drive” was reserved for those
who mapped your ending in their eyes— those who
promised arrival, but never shared the breakdowns.
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__III. End__ _(3rd Gear)_
But not everyone is there for the real ride.
Only a few stayed when the wheels locked
and the road curved off course. So if this message
reaches you— the ones who truly cared— know this:
you weren’t just passengers. You were the engine.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
i do well with criteria, i must confess,
it acts as a guideline to avoid a mess,
i always fulfill criteria with dedication,
to earn your love, my aspiration.
but anxiety takes hold within my heart,
when love is shown without a chart,
without standards to guide your affection,
i question if it's really a genuine connection.
if you were to leave, i'd blame my own strife,
my inadequacy would be the result of this life,
for without criteria to prove my worth,
then i am nothing but a piece of dirt.
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
Conditional love
Poured by the Sun
She pines for him
The secret passion to be returned
Her yearning unsatisfied
One side it's day
The other, the night
Following you around
Brighten her other side
The nocturnal eros
Fill her with your light
Always in circle, always in sight
To remind you of your dark & your light
Your warmth fills her air
With tears and despair
She builds walls, black & blue cloud
Then reaps her sow, thunderous & loud
Everyday is a fight
Your unconditional love
Her longing, her plight
Chase away her grayness
Fill her with your light.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
conditional love
leaves a sour taste on your tongue
when you were raised on candy
it comes as a surprise
but not everyone’s like you your mother will say
It’s hard excepting that some people will only love you based on what you give them.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
And the truth is,
I am only lonely because
I'd rather stand alone.
then stand
with people who love me at their convenience.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
Anything or Anyone now is
his way of coping.
Entertaining, and using them. Hoping
that they fill the void.
But we both know
there won't be another.
So why bother?
Like that pacifier for the baby,
they'll silence the sadness.
For the time being.
But that can only last so long,
soon you'll come to your senses.
It'll all come crashing down and
you'll have to deal with those feelings.
So profound, and distinct.
This isn't what you hoped it'd be.
Letting them occupy your space,
all while trying to get rid of me.
Play time is over, time to face the truth.
You allowed artificial love to pacify you.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC