Twenty five seconds down the memory lane of time daisies and breakdown freebies, a point to the left, a sharp turn to the right, you might hurt me but I'm alright. I think of you no more, doorknobs around my locks still do, they were so used to you. Used to you being a fact, a fact out there, existing.
I might not be thinking straight or you have really gotten vicious these days, breathing on me those verses I wrote or the shrine I told you about. Those tears around your cheeks spell perfect, the letters I can't write or whine about. No Don't be sorry I am broken by the bars I am holding around your cage, red by your forehead slams they talk to me how your head stinks of my goodnight kisses, with marks of my nasty initials on your piled up black diaries.
They try to find me underneath your fairly spread mattress while I shimmy my way down to those twenty five seconds. Those twenty five seconds down the memory lane of time daisies and breakdown freebies, a point to the left, a sharp turn to the right, you might hurt me but I'm alright.
//oh how easy it is to slip on this shapeless, humming loneliness until it takes the form of my skin. i'm a forsaken deity, learning to come to terms with what's left of her ruins. the world goes on spinning. restless as my thoughts, yet immobile as feet. it goes on spinning — leaving, never slowing itself down for anyone.//
I was very close to healing, You came and played again With my feeling.
In all those fake promises, You gave me empty premises.
I was leaving the graveyard, You rooted out the plants in my yard.
Seeds, still to born. Love, still to bloom. I, still to ache. You, still to break. Us, still to separate.
I was very close to healing, You very very close to leaving.
I was very close to dying, You were very close to surmise my death.
I was a sunset person, You made me a sunset. An omen, bad. Hope, I had.
Avalanche, swept me to death. Snows, you loved them, didn't you?
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Your bare skin brushes mine and a trail of blazing fire , races down my spine . We look at each other and the edges of the world turn soft , shadows blurring in grey patches . A song ends and you shove your hands in my hair , and bring me to you like you need it for survival . We devour each other , trying to blend in together , sucking the life source right out until I can't decide where you end and I start , our existences merge together like two starkly different colours on a pallet .
I am a mixture of all the people who left me , I'm a product of insecurities . I've yet to learn how not to paint myself in the colours of every person I've ever loved . My apartment smells of coffee and books , and I am just another inanimate object waiting for the life to drip out of me through rough poetries . Rain thunders on my window and I pick up pieces of my scorched love and make bracelets out of them , in hopes to pull out a whole string from the tangles on my wrists .
Lately I've been reading the gloomy tales of poets who held tragedies in their lives and had the privilege to end it themselves . Would I ever be one of them ? Maybe I am not a poet , maybe I'm a torn , stepped upon squeezed heart , pulled out of a still warm body trying to put into letters and words and phrases what it was like to be surrounded with your smell , what it was like to slip out of your knuckles when you held too tight , what it was like to paint stars on your back ?
Someday , I'll learn how to keep myself tinged with a single shade . Someday .
I remember the way you moved to silent tunes of death..
I still adore cats because one time you did. Bucolic settings with dulcet aroma of yours is hard to forget. Nightmares forced me to again and again think of the moments we shared under desultory pace of time which resulted in my insomnia. Why is it so difficult to listen your mellifluous voice? Aren't you speaking? Or I became deaf the night your soul left that void, blank body leaving me all alone. This lost love story snatched a moiety of my heart that belonged to you. The desk on which you used to write those incomplete love stories is now my property. The only elixir to cope with trauma. I still haven't completed any of them. What if it turns out to be pastiche of our own story that is destined to be sketchy for ever.
I hope someday someone will tend to complete it, cuz it's difficult for me to write with pen you once used to hold....