Nights like these,
when I crave for a blanket of warmth,
your absence is the reminder,
how that same warmth burnt me.
Now my garden of words,
lays barren with withered roses.
#pillowthoughts
when I crave for a blanket of warmth,
your absence is the reminder,
how that same warmth burnt me.
Now my garden of words,
lays barren with withered roses.
#pillowthoughts
Maybe if you stop seeking acceptance,
In hearts that do not yearn,
you wouldn't have nights filled with tears,
lifeless eyes, and unanswered prayers.
#pillowthoughts
In hearts that do not yearn,
you wouldn't have nights filled with tears,
lifeless eyes, and unanswered prayers.
#pillowthoughts
It's not ink,
that glides on the paper,
It's the blood I bleed,
that no one sees.
The crumbled pages,
lying on the ground,
are the pieces of a heart,
that can't be put to words.
It's not poetry
that I write,
these are the words,
that can never be spoken,
and choke in my throat.
So bury me
with my words,
my ink, my pages,
that's all I truly own,
my wings that set me free.
#poetry #Scribble
that glides on the paper,
It's the blood I bleed,
that no one sees.
The crumbled pages,
lying on the ground,
are the pieces of a heart,
that can't be put to words.
It's not poetry
that I write,
these are the words,
that can never be spoken,
and choke in my throat.
So bury me
with my words,
my ink, my pages,
that's all I truly own,
my wings that set me free.
#poetry #Scribble
I wish to love you,
but that would be to live;
I'm a walking corpse,
and ghosts do not haunt the blessed.
#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts
but that would be to live;
I'm a walking corpse,
and ghosts do not haunt the blessed.
#OC #Atuneofbrokenhearts
If I weigh every tear that falls
around me,
would the melancholy be as heavy as mine?
And if that grief is far greater,
would my pain be justified?
or am I just drowning in self-loathing?
#random
around me,
would the melancholy be as heavy as mine?
And if that grief is far greater,
would my pain be justified?
or am I just drowning in self-loathing?
#random
Everytime I'm left in the dirt,
I realise, it's my fault.
And I'm such a stubborn person,
I refuse to learn from my mistakes;
My pain, my bleeding heart, my betrayals.
I wish I could carve into my bones,
deep beneath my skin,
how to keep my arms to myself,
to not hold them out.
To not reach out, and not whisper soothing words into bruised skin.
To not hold my heart for others to claim, and then shred it apart when it's no longer amusing to them.
I wish I kept my arms to myself,
because if I did,
I wouldn't fall in love,
so hopelessly;
Every single time, I gaze upon another broken heart.
Maybe it's a saviour complex,
or a desire to find some semblance of peace,
in the fact, that even hearts like mine,
can be loved.
#HID #unbound
I realise, it's my fault.
And I'm such a stubborn person,
I refuse to learn from my mistakes;
My pain, my bleeding heart, my betrayals.
I wish I could carve into my bones,
deep beneath my skin,
how to keep my arms to myself,
to not hold them out.
To not reach out, and not whisper soothing words into bruised skin.
To not hold my heart for others to claim, and then shred it apart when it's no longer amusing to them.
I wish I kept my arms to myself,
because if I did,
I wouldn't fall in love,
so hopelessly;
Every single time, I gaze upon another broken heart.
Maybe it's a saviour complex,
or a desire to find some semblance of peace,
in the fact, that even hearts like mine,
can be loved.
#HID #unbound
Perhaps, there is a forever for us,
just not with each other.
Not a paradise,
where I'm your anchor,
and you, my treasure.
#lines
just not with each other.
Not a paradise,
where I'm your anchor,
and you, my treasure.
#lines
I can fall in love with you
again and again,
even with your ugliest,
most scarred parts;
yet, you would blame me,
for the blood on your hands,
while ripping me apart,
slitting my throat.
What a tragedy, this romance is.
#OC
again and again,
even with your ugliest,
most scarred parts;
yet, you would blame me,
for the blood on your hands,
while ripping me apart,
slitting my throat.
What a tragedy, this romance is.
#OC
What worth is your righteousness,
if it's tainted with innocent blood,
of millions who once named you 'God.'
#Scribble
if it's tainted with innocent blood,
of millions who once named you 'God.'
#Scribble
"I love you, as much as the stars,
beyond words can describe.
But you, ethereal you,
are my downfall."
A whispered revelation.
"I wish to be your salvation,
your saviour, but then, who'll save me?"
An ambiguous answer.
"Is this what you call a tragedy?"
"No.This is a tear-jerker."
A shared melancholic laugh.
#OC #draft
beyond words can describe.
But you, ethereal you,
are my downfall."
A whispered revelation.
"I wish to be your salvation,
your saviour, but then, who'll save me?"
An ambiguous answer.
"Is this what you call a tragedy?"
"No.This is a tear-jerker."
A shared melancholic laugh.
#OC #draft
And we, my sweet fragile child,
are just another passing whisper of the wind,
to her.
A moment of infatuation.
Why are you falling in love,
with eternity?
#OC
are just another passing whisper of the wind,
to her.
A moment of infatuation.
Why are you falling in love,
with eternity?
#OC
I'm no longer blue,
I have become the ocean itself.
Tell me,
are you still willing to drown,
and save me?
#Scribble
I have become the ocean itself.
Tell me,
are you still willing to drown,
and save me?
#Scribble