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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Sit There Still

Sit there still..
While someone left abode.
Sit there still..
While there’s a subtle erode.
Sit there still..
While inner instances have slowed.
Sit there still..
As sometimes dark clouds fold the boldness inside.
As sometimes weaknesses hide the wrestle ride..
As sometimes being unknown overpowers the superficial glide.
Sit there still..
For now there will be no change for a while.
For now there will be no mockery in exile.
As now there will be just a colloquial hypothesis..
Along with traces of your wiped out foot steps.

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