love is hard labour
chores care hate and forgiveness
In love no worries

Am
I
wrong

to
love
you

Every man
I meet
is nothing
but a shadow
of you

Every laugh
every touch
every word
reminds me
I can’t
I won’t
I don’t
have you

It’s not distance
It’s terror
If you see me
really see me
I’ll destroy
us
before you can

I want you
so much
it hurts
it twists
my chest
my stomach
my head
into fire

You deserve
everything
I can’t give
anything
I can’t
I won’t
I shouldn’t

So I watch
I wait
I rot
I burn
I ache
I bleed
quietly
alone

Even in silence
I burn for you
Even in stillness
I am empty
Even in the ache
I still want you
I still need you
I still love you

And it
kills
me

Frankly 7 pots
8 billion odd.. people
gulped by a few banks

A girl child
when born
to a family

is

either
seen as

a

burden to be
disposed of

or

too precious a treasure
kept hidden for protection

but

not once considered
as a human being.

Now my third eye is opened                                                            I'm  closing  off  all  of my emotions                                                         ­ Because  I'm now in the position                                                         ­      to  use all of my gifts of intuition                                                        ­  Armed  with  raised vibrations                                                       ­          I  have absolutely no reservation                                                      ­                to destroy all of the foundations                                                      ­                   you have built for manipulation                                                     ­          Equipped  with depth and clairvoyance                                                     ­ you've  become a mere annoyance                                                        ­     to  be dealt with and dismantled                                                       ­         the way you wanted me to be-cancelled