News, sprayed in the air,
hit the curtains of her nostrils.
A humbled brain apartment
full in display,
he knocked the weak door
of her senses
as aroma of his
cooked up stories spread in her cells,
took a seat and made itself
comfortable in the home of her head.
Her body began to reject
the weird scent,
projecting allergic reactions of his contradicting lies in her veins.
As he noticed he's almost
prisoned in chains,
he guilt tripped her saying she'll leave with him if she cared.
Fear snatched him off her prescence and sped.
He begged her again to leave
for he didn't want her to die.
She was busy attempting to fix
the complex puzzle of this guy
with the tiny fingers of her thoughts.
Hate love was what he
confessed to her.
Anxiety kicked her living heart into unconsciousness whereas
she loved him.
She chose the hate part.
He told her she was stupid which made her panic.
It made her recall a scene in titanic.
(Rose:* climbs from the life boat into the sinking ship*
Jack:"you're so stupid Rose)
Rose couldn't leave him.
Theirs were vise versa.
He booked a flight at dawn
while she slept at his lawn.
The sound of plane made her heart beat flicker.
Her legs floated faster to the airport.
There wasn't a trace of him anywhere.
Her eggs cracked as it's white streamed down her cheeks.
His wrinkled words echoed in high volume in her ears;
"Someday, air passes through your brain
you'll know the one who's
always true to you is me."
It was too late,
because there was an unsaid goodbye.
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
