#sadness fuled

[the-azazel]

The way your eyes lit up the dark, that’s love. Our secret kisses in the park, that’s love. A thousand dreams we dared to weave, that’s love. The quiet faith you'd never leave, that’s love.

The silence now where laughter was, that’s love. A heart that breaks but never stops, that’s love. The ghost of us that haunts my mind, that’s love. Still holding on to what I can't find, that’s love. -Azel

[the-azazel]

I am, I was, and I linger still a man lost within the folds of his own delusion.

[the-azazel]

The quiet sting of seeing a dream reframed, A place once unspoken, now carrying another’s name.

[the-azazel]

How do you wake up one day and decide that it’s gone— the years, the promises, all the things we built upon? Did I become a stranger overnight, someone easy to replace? How can you just move on, and leave me without a trace? Was it that simple to forget the love you once swore was true? Or was I just a memory, waiting to be erased by you?

-Azel

[the-azazel]

Ever catch yourself wondering if it was something you did that made everything spiral out of control? Yeah, same.

[the-azazel]

Hey everyone, this second poem is about what I think could have caused the circumstances I went through. Honestly, I’m not sure if it’s true, because I still have no clue what or why it happened. Hope you all enjoy the poem!

[the-azazel]

Hey everyone, it’s Azazel (a.k.a Azel). Just wanted to let you know I’ve got a new collection of poems coming soon, called "108 Days".

Tried something a bit different this time, and I hope you’ll vibe with it. Keep an eye out—it’ll be out soon.