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Ridhu Faran Apr 2018
He was back from work
And I was excited than ever
I just hugged him and we kissed.

I couldn't tell him but
I loved him more than ever
We stood long with a hug.

He looked into my eyes
And he was beautiful than ever
He asked me "what was it?''.I smiled.

We were on bed with the lights off.
I took him over my chest
And I said ''Listen to it''.

He said he heard my heartbeat
And I asked, "Don't you hear double heartbeats?"
It was dark, I felt his tears on my chest.

The night stayed long
And we were happier than ever
We were now 'Three heartbeats!'
Ridhu Faran Apr 2018
The words of hatred
Are to be burnt far up the horizon,
And the words of love
Are to be buried deep in the heart.
Forgetting what made you feel bad and never forgetting what made you feel good!
  Apr 2018 Ridhu Faran
Sam
Every night I end up thinking
Of why the world did this to me
I have never understood the meaning
Of how on earth this could be

Why, oh why am I so upset?
Because all I feel is pain and misery
My body gives me existential regret
Why I was born this way will always be a mystery

Disphoria is full of dark thoughts
About how people can tell that I'm fake
I always wish this body would just rot
And reveal a new one that I won't hate

I don't have normal body issues
I just wish my chest was nonexistent
I have to reach for the tissues
To wipe away my tears of existence

Some boys are born with comfort
I was one of the unlucky few
I was born unready and contort
And there's nothing I can do

I'm so unhappy that it's scary
I feel like there's no escape
And not just my sadness or wary
But from my horrible, disphoric mindscape
Disphoria is a big part of my life. It's not one I want but I might as well express it.
Ridhu Faran Apr 2018
Are these stars frozen fireflies
And the Moon one of the many apple pies?
They say times never rhyme
And planets do rime.

There's nothing real onto the horizon,
Just a dark room and fake voidness.
Maybe the butterflies reach there,
For some stellar nectar of meteor dust

A hole to a whole new place
Of mystic silence and surreal paintings.
Maybe its all inside one tiny jar
And its always a fading sight.

Forever its a dazed maze
For every soul that searches
For everlasting questions and
Forever fireflies stay frozen.
I was watching the stars in a bizarre black&white situation with no lights around except for a small fire red and orange and this!
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