I crave to write breathtaking poetry, just like I crave for you.
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I crave to write breathtaking poetry, just like I crave for you.
Why do I still miss you after all this time? Why does it hurt so much that you didn't care?
It's like suicide
All my life I've only given
given myself entirely
not to humans
but to vultures
waiting for someone vulnerable
they can use and dispose of
to devour unabashedly
until the marrow is no more
I've been chewed and spat
worn like a rag
discared the moment I served no more purpose
I've been the brief amusement
to entertain their lust and gluttony
thrown like a broken toy
or burnt to cinders like old paper
I'ts like suicide
every time I cover my own eyes
and pretend I can handle beasts
all they eager to ravage me
anxiously decending into their pit
I profess love and courage
the very moment I feel their teeth
I conceal my pain and tears
with words of hope and fidelity
An immolation of emotions
an offering of faith
promises tainted in blood
lies painted in gold
I decieve my very spirit
with each attempt on my life
fabler of dreams
forger of truths
my role as a lamb
a saviour
and a fool
Nirni
Why our timings are always off ?..
I don't know if I should stop here and keep my feelings to myself or just go ahead and tell you so I won't regret it. I'm confused.
You came into my life suddenly and left me unspoken by your appearance, you heard all of me whatever I had to say to you, you were the first man after my dad who listened to me I think I lost my heart to you. What are you? Who are you? How come you seemed so calm still with so much chaos in you? How did you make me feel safe and peaceful when I think of you or when I talk to you? I want to write a whole novel about you.
No title just thoughts
I feel so stupid for telling you how much I love you
I feel so idiotic for believing you could love me too
I am naive for trusting again
for letting passion cloud my vision
and lull all my senses
Once more I stand betrayed
but can I really blame you?
I just saw what I needed to see
my heart’s desire overwhelming me
I’ve made a fool of myself
so many times I’ve lost count
Always end up in tears
promising lies I cannot make real
I’ve said to myself enough times to be clear
I will never be enough for anyone
but it’s like Im deaf and short of memory
I forget the moment hope crosses my path
that wretched thing that refuses to die
Could you be the one to kill it?
Could you finally put it to rest?
Should I beg you to do me that kindness?
Just shoot that last bullet before you leave
do me that favor
a fair exchange for what I gave you
I would cry if my pride wasn’t in the way
I know tears would cost me more than I can afford
I’ve paid with enough heartache
I will be destitute in no time
Homeless and heartless
Now it’s my turn to close the eyes
shut the windows and bathe in cold regret
Not looking back at any of them
and every time I remember your name
I shall expunge it from within
One letter at a time
I’ll erase every syllable that holds a memory
whether its sweet or painful
They don’t matter anymore
Did they ever matter to you at all?
Was this doomed since the very beginning?
Was it all a make-believe?
One of those tales I tell myself to sleep
pure fantasy, delusion and deceit
a honeyed lullaby
a sugar coated forgery
One with eyes of gorgeous green
contagious laughter and sincere madness
Will I ever be able to create another story?
One containing the charm you hold in the exquisiteness of your voice
A fable of trust and soulmates in love…
Nirni
Love is strange. It'll make you do the craziest things.
Criminal minds