Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes

Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth

Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name

do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold

do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet

we will never learn
how to be soft

we will leave.
we always do.

Do Not Fall in Love With People Like Me,
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And while she struggles in opaque
She manages to swim
She sees a white lily cast in scarlet within
She gazes at it and then yet again
A step close and another closer-
To soon lie between the petals when all she sees
Is the peaceful light she can hope to be
She reaches out and hides away
Her dark sins and morbid shades
Concealed in joy with just her means
To cease to be nothing but a fair lily

And as they trickle down her cheek
Tears but not only so; she weeps
Away to the unknown depths to stay
They take a part of her away

And as swift as they are but also meek
In all her despair and soundless screams
They have in them precisely what she needs
But they keep on taking a part of her astray

And as bits of her start to slip away
She changes shape and now her breath she feels
But she gazes into the mirror to gasp for what she sees-
Is not at all who she used to be

And as those drops from her took away
All what she used to say
Her ways, her sights and all her heed
Are not at all what they used to be

And as they had trickled down her soul
They took away her essence and her role;
In this world, her view is not what she used to see
For those beads had into infinity seeped;
She is not at all who she used to be
~rw

Never let it be said that she was easy
Her red lips might tell a tale
Of many a summer spent
Beckoning eager men
But at night is when -
                                   her face pale
                                                  her lips white
                                                           ­                her stomach hollow
       - She quietly lets herself break

~ r.w.

And as you scream
It echoes in the ringing silence
You grab the blade and and while you slice
Oh, you can finally breathe again
You can taste the pain
Taste the freedom
But too soon it all goes away
While you just lie broken

~r.w.

You weave a heart breaking story
Of a woman oh so shivering cold
With fury raging like the fires of hell
And the indifferent heart of a ghost
She was too beautiful, you say
Hauntingly beautiful
Her ivory strands of hair, her full red lips
It all never left your mind

You weave the saddest tragedy
Of a woman that made your veins freeze
You weave a story so empty of love and warmth
While your eyes fill with tears
She broke me, you say
She never thought to heal me, you say
She scarred me as she pretended to love me, you say

But she spins a story so firm and fond
And as you engulfed her, bit by bit,
She said not a word, but those of loving want
And as you chewed her innocence away
Scarlet beads seeped from her stubborn wounds
She bled and bled and bled
And despite your indifference to her sweeping blood
She loyally clenched as tight as she could

Yet she spins a story so tight and true
And as you slowly crushed her & her frame
She stood on the pieces and made herself tall
She grimaced in pain and whispered your name
You paid no heed, and so she looked away
From her shoulder, she brushed it all off

Though they tell tales of incidents alike
Different people tell the same story twice

Which one would you believe?

~rw

For the longest time
I groped
In the darkness
Drowning
But hoping
For a sole breath
That wouldn't be
At the price of
My blood

For the longest time
I was sad
My tears
Carving
A trail down my cheeks
A trickle of blood  
Burning
Through my misery
Leaving a destruction
Crueller
In it's wake

For the longest time
I was at peace
With my broken pieces
The ragged shards
That cut me
And made me bleed
Acquainting me
With who I was
Who I was meant to be
I was in love
With my sadness

And now
As I look
Into your shine
My eyes
Are bruised
Wounded
By your light
I am blinded
By everything that I never was
That I could only ever pretend to be
If only you knew
What you think I am
Is just a reflection
Of your own brilliance

And now
I know
I am not meant
To be blithe
Living is not meant for all
Living is not meant for me
I was not blessed
With a chance
To freely breathe

It must be
At the price of
A cut
A scar
The scarlet beads
That will slowly seep away
And drain my veins
But fill my lungs
With the air I need

And so
I shall watch you
From afar
While your eyes
Dance in glee
I shall drown
In my own misery
Because this is where
I was meant to be
And not where
You were meant to breathe

I was never meant to breathe

~r.w.

It slowly creeps on                                                               ­                                           
I am unaware                                                          ­                            
Until I am immersed                                                
And I know now                    
                I cannot be helped

In all my despair and soundless screams
In and around me the pain does keep
Keep me drowning in the depths
And as I struggle for my breath
I see fiery beads of scarlet
Seeping waters engulf my frame
Tainting all in its inviting flame

In a trance I slash the slices
Breathing finally as the drops pool
Pool into a sick river of red
But this time- on it flows
All around and in me echoes loud
A deathly ringing radio silence

                                             ~r.w.