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u dumb if you let me go
“Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving them an extra bullet for their gun because they missed you the first time.”
— Unknown
Is it day or night,
My heart has no sight,
My mind congested,
My dairy left untouched,
So much to say
Yet so little portrayed
Weary of this episode
My conscience afloat.
Deadline at the door,
That was a month ago
Contemplation never ends
Death itself is dead
It must be cursing
For having me
As it's prized candidate
The one who procrastinates.
It's fatal this time
It's do or die
If grace doesn't guide
Perish she might.
Sympathy is for the weak
But she's not
It's just the season that's bleak
May spring be brought.
The promises she whisper
In her lips so gently
Fades away like winter
Tucked in like a memory.
What could she do
To get away for good
From this misery
She's clutched to, so dearly,
It's killing her slowly
She knows very well
Her vision is blurry
But her dream so swell.
Almighty, Allah, Oh Buddah!
Help her to overcome this karma
For the cardinal sins
She has committed
May it be forgiven
And grant her a new path
For this is the last time
She ever wants to go blind
By the false lights
Which she thought was her guide.
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You don’t have to have the perfect words
You don’t have to know how to do the “right” thing
You don’t have to be the person that fixes all of the problems
You don’t have to be anything other than who you are
Not now
Not ever
Not with me
you open the door
and let me in.
no questions, no pause,
you just let it begin.
you show me your habits,
your patterns, your pace —
(I think you like testing
how much you can face).
you talk about coffee,
your favorite slice,
how long you stare
at your own face in the lights.
you say where you shatter,
where you hit the floor —
you don’t even notice
what you’re telling me for.
your walls — they listen.
mine? they burn.
a moat of fire
at every turn.
traps in the dark,
pressure on glass —
you cross it all
like it’s nothing to pass.
I open the door
and let you inside.
I smile as I speak,
but the truth doesn’t ride.
I talk of routines,
but it’s ruins instead —
I leave only ash
and smoke where I tread.
I say I’m a book
that anyone reads —
but I’ve been rewritten
by madness and need.
each page in a language
I barely recall.
read me, I dare you —
decode it all.
enough of the act.
tonight I’m with you.
it’s my turn to crumble,
to let something through.
my hands want to build —
you catch them mid-air.
you whisper “I like it
when fire is there.”
I’m starving, I say.
you smirk — so am I.
we play like we’re actors,
but we don’t need to try.
tonight we’re surgeons,
cutting in deep,
searching for shadows
that don’t let us sleep.
you hold your scalpel
just over my chest.
mine hovers too —
we’re both doing our best.
diagnose me, love.
I’ll do the same.
tonight we decide
who wins the game.
do you feel the pull?
I feel the reins.
you taste like hunger,
I bleed control in my veins.
but here we are,
no armor, no script —
just blood and breath
and hands that slip.
raise the stakes,
let’s break the skin.
see who cuts deeper.
see who lets who in.
you’re the patient,
I’m the cure —
or maybe we switch —
no one’s too sure.
“It is said that we must never look for happiness in another, that true contentment is something we must endeavour to create for ourselves. But with you, all that careful logic falls away, until I am positively convinced that only you could make me happy, and nothing else ever will.”
— Beau Taplin
“Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn’t calculate his happiness.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
We didn’t even speak when we got inside. She took both my hands in her and squeezed them, just for a second, and then released them at my sides. she went to the cafeteria and I walked around the corner to my office. I felt like a newly laid egg, all swishy and gloopy inside, and so fragile that the slightest pressure could break me.
Lubu Lubu!🌸
If you fall,
Fall into my eyes that want to adore you with all the light and beauty in them,
Fall into my arms that want to embrace you with utter warmth and hold you so you never feel alone,
Fall into my heart that wants to meld itself with yours and give you all it holds,
Fall endlessly and without fear,
I will always be there to hold you and give you everything beautiful and good that lives in me.
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