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My heart is under construction
and you are the missing shard of
the worn_out heart
I knew you were all ******* with him, but I doubted that the rope was sturdy. How sudden the both of you unraveled when I laced you up was music to my ears like attached strings, you know guitars and things? Ha but anyway I'm about to get dressed can yu help me with my tie? Oh you thought I was about to hang around like a noose? I'm not that type of guy... Im into assortment... Hit me on my cordless.
Hello, goodbye.
I'm not a writer-
but you made me a one

I'm not a poet-
yet I wrote poems about you

You gave me the feelings
and I had the words

And when those two collide-
their beauty can never be concealed
#words #feelings #writer #poet #you
is there somewhere
you
can meet me?

(are your hands cold, are your feet colder, do you hear my voice, now?)

i don't really
want
this to end.

(not yet anyway, i've gotten too close to figuring out our dynamic.)

i can't see you.
you
have faded.

(feelings = omnipresent- i can't get away from wanting love from you.)

i keep feeling
want
and it's sad.

(it crawls down my throat making me recite the poems you wrote me.)

everything
you
need is here.

*(find me on the corner of the street where you always imagined us)
halsey inspired, sadness inspired, inspired by my mess of a life (once again) (also inspired by when you said i'm the air you breathe and your favourite poet.)
whose fault is it
that I'm sad and alone
is it because you didn't want me
or because i thought you would

my hopes were up
my judgement was clouded
i knew it wouldn't happen
but i went and i tried it

In the end, all that's left is me
me and my heart
me and myself
me and myself and I

maybe this is fine
maybe this is all i need
me myself and i
will do just fine
the seas rippled through the glass that were her eyes
any minute they would burst into waves following the grooves of her cheeks
her lips are quivering like tree branches in a storm
she has to bite them to stop them from shaking

a flood, an earthquake, a hurricane in the making
she wondered how long she had until she felt her resistance breaking
like a natural disaster, she was a melancholic
morose and silent, but statistics showed she was just being an adolescent
even when her wishes of numbed pain went down the drain
they just said she had a lugubrious face
they barely scraped any deeper afraid of what they would find beyond the surface

beneath her forehead were demons lurking in every crevice, every nook and every cranny
how do you tell someone there were ghosts in your head haunting your perception of everything?
that each time someone complimented you
these ghosts convinced you that they were lying
how they heightened your insecurity making you feel such inadequacy

they were the dark parts of her thoughts and she and them were shaking hands, becoming friends
her thoughts now bore sepulchral tones
she had accepted defeat
and now they were speeches at her own funeral
a word of advice; don't make deals with the devil
all
I wanted it all
the pain, the pleasure, the love
I wanted it all
it started out slow
so gentle and calm
it stared out nice
so lovely and peacefully
it ended unexpectedly
so pure and thoughtful
it ended with smiles
no regrets and no tears
Hey, have you heard of a town
A small town that resides at the last boundaries of the earth
A town where all rumors speak of truth
A town who have made the last birth

I once knew a town where people look different
Various races, diverse bloodlines running through the land
But when that time comes, when the clock ticks at 7 in the evening
Ah, yes! Look into their faces, they are just one of a kind, standing hand in hand

They said that town crumbles slowly day by day
That the edge of the earth seem to swallow them down deep into the abyss
What lies out there has been vogue yet familiar
And when someone falls down, the town will be filled of words, songs to reminisce

You will never know you're in that town once you're in there
I've heard that once you step in, you shall resemble a lost child
Who has walked for ages just to find his way home
Until he finally settles in, the nostalgic scent, so tender and mild

How was it possible? Memories that have been altered?
Or don't you think, the way you're in, is nothing but a shadow covering the truth?
That once you decided to look for the town at the edge of the earth
You'll finally feel like a large tree reversing its life after finding its deepest root

Nevertheless, all these sayings, one thing bothers me
That in that town, the moon was so enormous that it dominates the skies at night
And every time, little by little, it seems to be moving closer to the town
Hiding beneath is a smile as it illuminates the whole place in sheer delight
just thought of this after the super moon phenomenon!
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