xy - Hello Poetry

xy Feb 2018

Storms.

Ive been a mess since we last spoke,
Your words would bring me solace,
My heart would race against your chest,
And your kiss would leave me breathless,
Yet my mind was a calm river,
Your presence was soothing,
Like the pitter patter of rain in the water,
Until one day you’ve had it with me,
Suddenly the rain is not so calming,
But rather a violent passionate outburst,
My mind like my heart and lungs is unrested,
And I understand now,
Why storms are named after people.

xy Feb 2018

Empty.

Pour your pain on my lips,
Steal the air from my lungs,
Fill the beats my heart skipped.

Stay in the emptiness that are my arms,
Because without you this emptiness is heavy,
As i gasp for air the pain puts my heart to rest,
Finishing me before life does so itself.

xy Feb 2018

Roses.

Roses are red,
Her eyes are too.
Flooded with tears,
And bags dark blue.

Roses are dying,
Her pupils just drown.
But now she fell asleep,
Like the petals to the ground.

xy Feb 2018

Shatter.

You dropped me like a platter,
I was only bound to shatter.

But instead i broke in half,
I lost the half that made me full,
Now my life is half empty,
And Im a slave to time,
The days have lost their meaning,
I dont serve half a purpose,
I just wait for the next day to come,
And the then for the one after,
My life’s been torn in two,
Time and Space dont work together,
Because though time passes,
There is nothing waiting to happen,
Only another hour to pass,
Until the final hour strikes,
And i pass with it.

xy Dec 2017

You.

I miss loving you,
I can’t write a poem right now,
I miss you too much.

xy Nov 2017

Over.

I told myself I was over you,
But I still can’t breathe easy when I hear your name.
I'm obviously not over you,
I used to be crazy for you now I’m going insane.

I told myself I was over you,
Meanwhile I was thinking of how much you’d love this necklace,
I'm obviously not over you,
Because I bought the necklace in the odd chance you come back.

xy Nov 2017

Breathe.

Hitherto I had not known suffering,
You had, and you made me taste it.
Your animus emotions in the air hovering,
I held my breath but you made me face it.

You tore me to shreds,
But maybe I deserve it.
All of my lies were hanging on threads,
It was getting hard for me to preserve it.

Though I am a chronic liar,
I never lied about my feelings.
I went ahead and played with fire,
Now I’m burnt and barely breathing.