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A moment of joy

Followed by infinite sadness

Finding order

In a chaotic mess

Subsequent intensities

Somehow less

Your mind left devoid

A consuming emptiness

Sounds, noise, lights

On the walls press

Disappearing suddenly

Then tranquility, nothingness.

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It’s cold

Icicles forming on

Window panes

Slowly, steadily

Melting, the water flows

Freely, unchecked

Like tears would

Had they been let loose

When our insides

Are wrecked

The hand that hits

The words that hurt

Strength do not

But cowardice assert

It gets cold in here

Without the warmth

Of your body flowing

Ceaselessly, into me dear

 

I am barely alive

Every breath a struggle

Every thought

To conjure, I strive

 

There are people, in scores

Surrounding me

Yet for survival, I need

You, and I shall ask for no more.

 

I may forget the promises you made, the words you spoke

But I will remember, the ripples, in my dead heart they evoked

 

I may forget the journeys we made, the places we visited

But I will remember, how you took my hand in yours, when we were seated

 

I may forget the times we fought, parted with bitterness

But I will remember, how gently, later, my face you caressed

 

I may forget if we ever spoke of an uncertain future, a tomorrow that may not come

But I remember you easing my fears, as in my ear, you whispered those tranquilizing hums

 

I wish I could and would forget, all at once, let it go

Yet, I keep struggling, attempting, to find a way to do so

There were stars twinkling that night
Some dim, others shining bright
 
The wind blew carelessly, free
The faint outlines of the moon, I could see
 
You spoke words, earnest, full of promise
I could taste your breath, in that fleeting kiss
 
And then you disappeared, into the dark
Leaving behind, an imperishable mark
 
I raised my hand, but let it fall
My voice drowned out, before I could call
 
It was best to let you walk away, after these moments intimate
Than prolong elusive fancies, till the love turned to hate

It’s not the burning red

Nor the bruises, black and blue

But the scars imprinted on my heart

I wish would cease to be true

Splashes
Staining the whites
Darkening the blacks
Drops of water
In diffused daylight
Warmth that lacks

Splashes
Filthy, murky
Mingled with dirt
Some dried off soon
Others, for all to see
Their presence, they boldly assert

We are no different

You and I

Cut out of the same cloth

Different, only the rent

Broken inside, damaged

Piecing things together

Concealing scars

From wounds that have aged

I am not strong enough
To see your face
And not be able to, hold it in my palms
Not having the liberty, to lean into your arms
 
I am not adept at
Concealing my ardor
Having you together with me, so near
Yet, failing to tell you I hold you dear
 
It’s best I don’t think of you, at all
Keep you at a safe distance
Drown out your tormenting voice
Surround myself, with all this noise
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