thelogist

A day that's darker than the night!

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  • thelogist 2d

    And then, there are those love stories that have no beginnings to begin with; in the very first place. They're born only to be buried. They leave in heart a reminiscence that was once there but it never really was. You can't blame it on fate or time. They're held on to only to let go. The love stories where your heart whispers a name but your eyes have learnt how to lie.

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  • thelogist 2d

    It's the last time; probably
    When I'm meeting you
    In this lifetime
    But hearts, you know
    They don't understand that
    They cling on to false hopes
    They're designed like that
    3 years with no name on my lips
    But now it smiles at yours
    It's not meant to be
    It wasn't ever
    But you're a reminder for me
    That love still exists
    Somewhere, within me.

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  • thelogist 3w

    i'm not someone you'd love for long.
    a mere pause. a mere stay.
    no matter how you put it, something's
    never change.
    _too tired to believe

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  • thelogist 3w

    Oh! the sadness
    in your heart
    it'll last long baby
    for you haven't learn
    how to let go ;

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  • thelogist 3w

    at times, I think I'm a liability. to everyone around. even to my parents. even to this existence and timeline. so I squeeze myself in spaces, corners and nothingness. to burden them less. with my presence. i reduce myself. by retreating. muting myself. reducing the space. in others life.
    _Being Burden

  • thelogist 3w

    The loss. Has been a part of my existence. Or even before. Yet the familiarity of it, even today meets me like a stranger asking for directions in a new city. I bear it like trees mother leaves even when they know it all. Know that it's not gonna last. But somehow you've learnt to hold it as long as you can.

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  • thelogist 3w

    One thing,
    I think,
    I won't ever be
    able to tame is-
    My heart.

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  • thelogist 4w

    Sacrifice

    You love me with all your blood and soul
    How can I ever question your worth
    But do you remember how it rained
    The day I was born
    The sky wailed and flooded the roads
    Two lives at stake, only one could be saved
    But we made it
    Though I wish I hadn't
    It would've been painful for you
    But easier for both of us
    Sacrifices written down your spine
    And stretch marks, testimony of your selflessness
    How your eyes still remember
    What you want to forget
    How your heart still has the ability to care
    And still able to hold it all together
    How you've done it all mom?
    And why you've done it?
    Because today I stand
    Unable to understand
    Who shall I sacrifice
    The you in me or the me in me?

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  • thelogist 4w

    At times, my mother makes me wonder. How has she done it all, all these years. Without expectations or reminders. Dreams she crushed so silently that no one heard their shattering. And yet manage to make me believe that it's all worth it. Even today.

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  • thelogist 4w

    That's what happens with daughters whose fathers have never been there for them. They become their own hero. They become their own strength. They become their own father. And by doing so, turn their hearts into swords. Which displays no compassion even onto themselves. Love feels like blood, good only when it isn't theirs.


    ©thelogist