#13cupsoftea reblog

[basicallybiipolar]

I wish I was your doctor (Part. 1)

Sometimes it feels like a mild fever,

when we have these conversations

My chest tightens with each pulse.

Every line you bleed

And I survey you gushes.

Stitching where I can.

Unclear, as to where but I try.

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Far fetched emotions

I didn't hope to be addicted

but here I am,

under night lights and stars

incomplete, but completely wasted.

Alone and lacking love lost

to another.

But peace resides in me.

My options scarce of emotional reaction.

Numb as I am, I'm hurt tonight.

The emos will forever be lonely.

For this sadness does not attract.

Imperfect, as we are.

Still in singular, I know I am alone.

for this is all I'll ever be.

Unworthy of your love.

Why, impeccable?

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Necessity

I've been lonely all along

And yet I never had a longing to belong

Although now it's a little different

Because now, I feel the need to be affiliated

I'm fine with this world, but my heart aches to be in a new one

One absent of everyone but you

It took a few words to shoot my mind from a sling,

Set my heart in motion and enlighten my everything

I feel life in your atmosphere

Relentless of the earthly pressures, there's serenity when you're here

You draw my boat to the shore when these storms arise

Nothing is perfect, but for me you're close

I would shun the world to be what lives beneath your sight

Goddess of an unknown universe

I desire to live in your world

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Not Returned

It almost feels as if I lost a queen amongst my pieces

And although my river of tears is in drought

The channel of my emotions has not long corroded

Like blood stains on the carpet

My death is traceable to the day you left

The night my last ounce of love was debilitated

Inerveted and lost in me

Here I am again, sad as if to say desperation,

All sorts of sadness associated with depression

Here I am again, looking back in broken mirrors

Contemplating and reflecting on the avoidable errors

With no hope, although I wait on miracles

Or a day you express your frustrations of my absence

And possibly your hope for reaffirmation

To relive a life with me again

The second execution of my lonely

But here I live with the guilt of impurity

Smoking at twelve, what made me unworthy

Yet, who has right to castigate my emotions?

Except you, one who had them incarcerated

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My Nature

They said talk about rivers and oceans

But I know not of these things

The water bodies I knew were my eyes

And rivers, these streams of tears

I was nurtured to feel like a desert

Dry of emotions

Empty and continuously of lone

Scorching those who dwell around me

My skies are forever grey

And even on my sunny days

I bask under the blue shade of gloom

The sky remains my prison of limit

Beyond the night is where my stars shine

Like dying flickers of a cold flame

Cosmic explosions of joy often occur within me

Beautifying my aura like effulgence