Pieces of Her (Poetries Only)

- 03 | I am You

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𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦,

at night wherein zephyrs were chilostomatous and apathetic, i stretched forth my hands, touched your warmth and became my habiliment. in the despondent days where lackadaisical ruled the atmosphere; you enthusiastically pulled me away from the abyss to forestall whatever i'm thinking.

never been an enthusiasm to search ways that will lead into elysium for i was a pilgrim in this world we created. coz all the trees, these large steep hills were too diminutive the time i felt these rough hands around my wrist, leading the paths towards captivity — incantation of promises led me into the depths of sentiments.

there were hands that's tight-roped. mindlessly, it was ours. there are ambitions i've reached under the stars that floats mysteriously same as your eyes. and that was when i felt your lips crushed upon mine. this magnificent God who molded you has shaped you into perfection that even my naked eyes couldn't take thy glorious subsistence. and whosoever that didst contrived you, piece of me bows down.

i defiled my innocence just so i could taste the saccharine of life i never dreamed. you are my innamorata and i'm you're moon. i could follow you withersoever thou goest for the strings of my navel were as if attached on yours.

but darling, little did i knew that this labyrinth i thought we built were only made by the living michaelangelo in me. shakespeare blushed because of how foolish and woeful i am. for i was captivated by my own flesh and plumes, deceived by my own illusion, hands and words.

i have crossed the horizons to scout you, tackled each of the esoteric antecedents to bestow you a name, and sharpeneth my unyielding wisdom to build you. i reached the latter part of the paradise and sense awakens when i saw you not.

i reached pinnacles that caused by jovial and now that i'm enlightened, it torn apart and cause my heart to shrunk, fell down to the ground as if i lost a joint.

unconsciously, i made you for me. because i am the god i was talking about. i'm the 'you' who completes my deficiency. it was my hand that molded you and my mind that created you. your existence was the miscellaneous piece of my zeal.

— 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞.

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//052021