#darkpitpoetry

[inklingpen]

Being an open book to someone who is illiterate is like drowning yourself in a pool you thought you could swim in.

~©Darkpit

[inklingpen]

I am part of the chaos that once found me, together braided.

Every fragment of the soul I got a chance to communicate with, every skin I was lucky enough to brush past by.

To everything that made me who I am, as a reminder of what I have gained and what I have lost along the way.

I am still in pieces, to those remnants of my memories upheld in the bygones.

I am still the person I was years back, when I lost the sight of who I am supposed to be.

I fail and trip, only to land in the loops of my braids.

Only to start it once more.

~©Darkpit

[inklingpen]

Everything leads to you.

Your initial, to poets naming their lover in their poems, to the city that lifts your fragrance.

The harsh weather guiding through the outskirts of your name but falling silently while hitting your hair into waves.

Your smile resembling the kids' eyes when excited, to the silence of the echo after your laughter.

Everything is a part of you and I can't get enough of it.

~©Darkpit