My shadow wears black
even on days when we are supposed to be "letting some colour into our life."
I look at her and she winks, then she smirks and for the most recent time, I pretend sarcasm is humour

I dont know how to feel when life tells me she's not a poet
but her rhymes keep hitting me in the face
Her metaphors keep pushing me to the ground
And her lines keep holding me back...

Why
are
my
thoughts
never
normal????
???????????

You asked me why I don't stay away
But
How do I tell you that the hate you've shown me is the only definition of love I know...
How???...

From hurt,
I've learnt to build up as many walls as I possibly can
and with too many layers,
my heart tends to disappear
but whenever I'm asked why I'm heartless

my only reply is
I rented my heart out
It got too comfortable
and refused to return...