Aster

Ciao, Mio Amore

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Some Days

On some days, I can feel my heart thrumming

Like it has been anticipating

One bad thing to happen to me

So it can burst out like a dam but

I think, My eyes must be broken,

Someone tell me why it won't stop leaking

out ocean tears

I just need someone to hear

And say that I'm also a human

But it feels like I'm not satisfactory

So why do I keep hoping exactly

I don't know, please someone help me

I think I'm losing my psyche

Over things that would never happen

I should get out of my comfort and

Try to live with my friends

But I just need someone to understand

That it's hard to take a decision

When my thoughts are going vicious

And wrecked all my good reasons

To live.

It must be so easy in the youth

To be free of every issue

But do they even know the truth?

How absurd, I can't exactly

Think of ways to show you the reality

Some days, i feel unlovable

Cause i can't seem to fall in love

My diary filled with poems

Yet I have never spoken

More than few words with you.

I know you must hate me

Don't ask for reason, just debate me

About what's so bad about me

That you can't seem to like.

Swear I'll change overnight

Maybe spend some sleepless nights

Wondering if I'm even doing anything right

But sometimes I just can't seem to

Keep on liking you.

Swear i change, overnight

Maybe spend couple sleepless nights

Wondering if I'm even right

Gulp down some melatonin

And throw my burden in a dustbin

Just like my thoughts, I'm only ruined

For anybody to even like me

Cause I can't seem to exactly

Even brush my ugly teeth

Or dress up neat

I'm just being myself

Tortured through till the end

Maybe I'll find someone who'll love me

But I know I'm not satisfactory

So I will die exactly

Buried under my thoughts directly.

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

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Sacrifice for someone who doesn't care is like feeding a dead fish, it won't come alive just because you kept feeding it.

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Each time a fool loves

Each time I look at you

My heart rekindles my feelings

I tell myself, not again

I don't want my expectations to exceed reality

Hope you write love letters dedicated to me

I don't want you smiling in front of me

Because my heart is a little too weak

To tolerate the idea,

Of you being without me.

Each time you laugh at my texts

Oh God, how I wanna confess

But I am only a lover, never the loved

Always the poet, never the muse

And each time I look at you

I would like to keep you

All for myself like a precious jewel

That i can never will myself to sell

For any amount of riches

Because to me,

you're the greatest antique piece

I could ever own

And the greatest muse I laid my eyes upon.

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

and I present...

[crmsnmth]

Romanticize This

Why do you enjoy the depressed? the poems written in desperate moments Heart break inspires more than love St least that's what I've decided with absolutely no proof or data I'm a lazy scientist

The saddest movies win all the awards Indie flicks with prog rock soundtracks Buddy movies starring just one DID patient Stick a camera in the room and damn, you've got a hit sitcom on your hands We're going to make millions exploiting sadness

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Think I did pretty good >_< (feel free to critise and suggest changes)

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(Platonic Attraction)

I looked at your direction

Curly hair and an awkward smile

Oh my

His charming acts were almost effortless

Your gasses seem like they were adjusted for the thousandth time

as you scrunched your nose

Completely in concentration

Curse your stoic face

Curse me for admiring it

But dare I say I would want something romantic

Lord forbid I fall to lust

It was something quite platonic

The urge to be your friend

Solely to talk

I know you like what I like

But not dare utter a word

Curse me, for being envious of your peers

Curse you, for not talking much than in an instance.

But my, you can be my ears

I'll be your mouth

Speak the same drunken unspoken lingo

No one else can qualify to know.

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Haunted

Everyone is so evil

Their intentions oozing out

Mixing with the air

Disguise it while you can

They'll eat you alive, if they found out

Mirror shattered

Trees naked

Leaves dried

And the skies are gray

What will you do

If you fall

Nonstop bleeding wound

It won't heal.

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Do you love me?

Shall you love me?

Fully known to facts

that I'm misery

I had always brought catastrophe

Upon everyone beloved to me

It has been a year

There is a question,

I'm yet to hear

Do you love me

Or, is love plastic?

My dear

Born of sculptures from divine hands

Unable to distinguish the lie

All I ask

Is for one sweet goodbye.

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Pretty boy

A pretty boy,

Disguised in white

I would gaze at the stars meanwhile

You lay in my arms

And caress my head

And I could sigh forever

At how peaceful I've felt.

Pretty boy,

You are too fragile for this world

Like a glass, carry too much hurt,

Just don't fall like the others,

I would paint your potrait forever

But nothing could capture your smile

It's so pure, I could cry.

Pretty boy,

I hope your toothy grin never falter

I wish upon million stars

To never get you hurt

Because once a glass breaks,

It turns lethal.

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Do you hate me?

Do you hate me?

I pondered much about it

You can talk to a million girls

But the way you see me

Holds much value to me

You first were just a subject

To my chaotic hormones

But oh how a heart longs

For precious it can't have

And dare I say

My heart had skipped few beats

When you were around

But why have we not

Exchanged more than few words

It pains me so

How every other person

Conversed so naturally to you

Yet I, unable

To let my rigid shoulders loose

It's akin to a heartbreak

When you won't see me

Pained me so

I had to stop to breathe

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[deadlypoetacademia]

Born to be a character written by Jane Austen, with "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I love … I love … I love you." Forced to live up as a character written by dostovesky, miserable, touch starved and touch repulsed.

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Open to feedback (actual criticism)

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Hurt

Ever get that itch

Where you can't help but

Want that sting?

Watch blood drip

Watch yourself bleed like a fool

The stained blade on the sink

Waiting to be cleaned

Your heart racing and ready to compete

With your breaths

How fast can it go

Before you pass out?

You can breath

But your airways are blocked

You can bleed

But your veins are dried out

You can scream

But your vocal cords gave out

Do it

Your shadow says

Don't

Your mind explains

And here you go

Fighting urges

As if it's not normal

To exist

-@corpsethatdoesntrot

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Suffocation

I had safe kept

a special waxy candle

gifted by my dearest mother

I would light it up every night

to read when the world was half dead

even though I suffocated

I had to burn the candle

because it reminded me of her

I cough and hack

my throat ache

as I burnt the candle to vapor

it smelled like my mother

like childhood

like my favorite dish

but it was scentless,

I thought, why it was red

but it was but a outer covering

a cracked shell.

no matter what I did

give meaning to things

that are senseless

only to find solace

but that same solace choked me

till my face was blue

but I couldn't find it in me

to rue, afterall,

it was my favorite memory of you

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

Everyone and anyone who sees this: give me your best story ideas for me to use (my brain is fried after studying)

[corpsethatdoesntrot]

I don't have any recollection of writing this....

I have been conditioned

to hide in a corner

fall down and cower

everytime I hear my parents yell

they spit out words

no less than terrible

as I hide in the closet,

holding every sound inside me

Inside me, stays a scared child

doesn't matter how much I grow

I can never truly hide

never truly fight

to get back what's mine

to stand up, get up

I'm no less than a human being

but I am

only sixteen