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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.. ...

Last Time

Last time..
Ended too soon.
For the Last time..
It trapped the moon.
This Last time..
Didn’t wait till noon.
While the Last time..
Made a buffoon.
Last time …
Unchose..
While Last time..
Didn’t force.
Last time..
Underwent a joke..
Strangled to be broke.
Last time..
Repeated itself..
Last time..
Depleted in it’s own shelf.
Last time..
Withered shattered..
Last time..
Breathing scattered.
Last time..
Again..
Last time..
In pain.
Last time..
Finally agreed..
That last time..
Should be freed.

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