How does an ocean of love
Evaporate
And leave behind a desert?
Those precious nights, those pure moments
When two souls collided in love
A mesmerizing explosion, a supernova
How can they leave behind nothing but a vacuum,
A black hole in your chest?
Continue reading “Died Not Dead”
When the heart is slit open
Love drips like blood
Thick warm drops or red
Trickle down the chest and it’s painful.
It’s as if the air around you turns dense and heavy
Too heavy to carry, It starts to bend you, exhaust you,
But it’s not all in the air, you feel it in your body
There is a vacuum in your gut, in your chest
Trying to swallow you inside out,
It hurts physically, at the back of your eyes
In your throat, in your chest
And somewhere else
Somewhere inside you
Or maybe outside you
But the pain is so real
Yet you can’t point to a part of your body
And say “There, that’s where it hurts.“ Continue reading “So You Smile”
When the darkness fills my heart
With my blood, it blends, runs in my veins
And through my finger tips, it drips,
The ink I write my melancholy songs with
Scarring the pages with my scars,
And in those pages, I can see
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She traces her scars every night in the dark,
And picks on the scabs from the wounds of her heart,
She likes the pain she says.
She wears her old scars like tattoos of tales,
Says she would rather be a melancholy song,
A twisted story, a poignant poetry
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The end came and took from me,
The only thing I cared about.
I live on carrying around,
A heart heavy with memories.
I am still alive,
But only a little.
Sun still comes up every morning,
But the night doesn’t end.
Somedays when I think about the end,
And the fact that there is an end
It gets difficult to breathe.
The weight of that thought is so heavy,
That my shoulders start aching
And my back starts bending.
Continue reading “Staring Into The Darkness”
We wish for the clouds to part,
And the sun to come out and warm the heart,
But a perfect sunny day never comes like that.
Gentle parting of the clouds gives luminescence of hope,
But not the illuminating fresh start.
He set fire to her heart,
And then he fell asleep, it was late in the night.
As it burned and she suffered in agony,
She heard him snore,
Next day he went about his day,
There was work, he had to go away.
Life granted her wish,
Almost threw it in her face,
Slammed it in her face
As roughly as it could,
Opinionated Head 