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japheth Apr 2018
key
it’s funny
how i keep on searching
for the way
to unlock
my creativity,

turns out
that the
key
to it
was
a shard of my broken heart.

should i keep holding
onto that piece,
leaving my heart
with a little hole?

to keep writing?

to keep expressing?

will this be an addiction?

will i have to
keep breaking
to get more of myself?

or
am i just
ignoring the fact
that my heart,
if once whole again,
if i had that piece glued back to where it should be,

will open me to more possibilities?

will my whole heart signify a greater key?

i wonder as i wander.
not really a piece but i had to write about it since it suddenly popped in my head before i slept and i didnt want to forget about it
japheth Apr 2018
you,

will always be

someone else’s

“what could have been.”

dont forget that.
japheth Apr 2018
and just like that,
as the
warm sunlight
touches my face
slowly,
i told myself
to breathe.
japheth Apr 2018
what we had is like a single lit cigarette:

it gave a temporary high,

it helped me breath even if it was just for awhile;

a takeaway from stress.

it was relaxing.

but like a cigarette,

it was short lived,

temporary.

memories like ashes, falling unto the pavement as if nothing happened;

a fleeting moment of vulnerability, of apatheticness.

sadly, i’m a chainsmoker.

i know how unhealthy it is for me,

how it’ll **** me in the long run,

to keep asking for more.

but,

i yearn nothing more but to have a cigarette between my fingers.

especially yours.
japheth Apr 2018
you’re the guest
that knocked on my door
and i willingly let you in.

you trashed the place,
we had fun —
most guests do anyways —
and after the party we
usually clean up.

but you,
you left my house trashed.
you left marks all over the place.

i was so used to people
helping me clean up
afterwards

that i forgot
there were people
like you:

who crashes a house
and leaves without
any remorse.

did it ever
cross your mind
that at the end of the day,
at the end of what we had,

i’ll be
the only one
cleaning this?
japheth Apr 2018
in a sea of strangers

i look for your face

but all i see are fragments

— from the people passing by,

i remember you.
japheth Apr 2018
you’re

      a bittersweet life lesson.

that’s all there is

to it.
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