"absquatulated" poems
Every night, I think about texting you again. But will you reply? Absquatulated. You absquatulated me. You left without saying goodbye.
I ruminated everything. Did I do something wrong? I'm waiting, but I shouldn't be.
Sometimes I think, "I'm glad you let me go, cause I wouldn't." But I realized how many times it happened to me. Those little times felt like a million times.
I wish to the heavens, "I hope he see something that reminds me of us, so that he will know how he broke my heart, so that he will know how it felt when he broke my heart."
I cried for the first time writing on my diary. When I wrote something there, it's just anger. But finally, there's another emotion. I cried when i wrote you in my diary, knowing that nothing ever lasts, and you're one of it.
Maybe at the start, you loved me, but little by little, you'll start to hate me. I still love you, but don't even think of me wanting to see you again. Because everything I loved will fade away.
It always crosses my mind, "Do people only love me cause they couldn't find someone to love?" I knew you would do the same thing, but I still chose you. Atleast you know how I love someone, right?
I feel like, I'm just someone's short happiness. When they get tired of it, they leave it and let it be abandoned.
Don't worry, I'll forget you like you forget me. But I feel like it would take a lot of time to forget everything about you.
I miss you, but I hate the fact that I miss you.
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 10:49 AM UTC
my elegy-
my muse covered in death
my wistful cry for help
innocence in her eyes
her last words and hug with a embracing smile
promises made and promises fade
8th of november, when moon turned red
the curse would lift but my roses turned black
the great eclipse returned and claimed another laugh
death of me inside
my lover absquatulated me by that time
lost two souls
on and by-
november 8 and another goodbye
two different years but same eclipse
cursed my sky, stole its shine
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
i came across a case like historians
who failed to decipher scripts of old age
i failed to read his mind
who through his actions had put it on display
i failed to read his actions
kept his life locked behind the doors
never letting me in
and knowing
what he was going through
i foolishly
tagged him
blamed him
“for ruining our friendship”
the mizpah, the bond that kept us close
broke in an instant
bringing my world to an
“blackout”
my nights turned haunted again
the savior absquatulated me again
my ghosts began to rule over me again
leaving me in a state of despair
Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 1:17 AM UTC