Short-Stories & Poems

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢

Only the death can separate us
Only my knife can take our revenge
Only if they knew what I was capable of
Would they really get involved

You told, you were alone
Don't you enjoy my company then
You said, nobody cared
Then why is there blood on my knife

We were both young and reckless
Gave no shit to world or others
Just cared about each other
Please give me at least one last hug

You said, you wouldn't leave me for the universe
Was it all a lie then
Whenever I take a look on the mirror
The only thing I see is you

The only thing I've wanted from the life
Was taken from me by life itself
Isn't it unfair baby
Why would you ever thing of leaving me 'mi amor'

You’ve said, we will have to leave
Leave each other and move on
If one of us can then the other one can do too
But I don't want to

Don't you think you are being selfish
After all what I have done for you for us
Are you gonna leave like they were nothing
Like I was nothing

Why would you ever thing of leaving me
Were you lying this whole time
Why is there blood on my knife
Why did you do this to me

Why did you leave me
Didn't you love me enough
Wasn't I enough
Did you really think what were you doing

I stood up to try and find you all night
Some said I was overreactin'
Some said go find your Juliet
Why did you leave your Romeo, alone

When I came in front of your apartment
Knock Knocks could be heard
Nobody opened the door
Indeed it was already open

The open door invited me in
I looked at your living-room
Where some of our bestest memories in
I walked towards to your room

There should be colorful things on the bottle
It shouldn't be this empty
Why does the bathroom's door locked
Why does your bed has a note on it

I don't hear a sound from you
Why is that
Are you hiding something from me
Don't you trust me

I banged the door
No sound came
I banged again
But still there were no sound

I hoped it was all a nightmare
A nightmare, soon to wake up
But it wasn't a nightmare
There on the floor his love was lying

I am pretty sure
I am %100 sure
Everyone in the neighborhood
Heard my cries of agony

Was it my fault that you did it
Was I not good enough for you
Indeed it is my fault
And only my knife can take revenge of yours

°°°... °°°

There was a note on the bed

But this time the note was the boy's

He wrote it before he cut his wrists

His knife was covered in blood

His own blood

But unlike his darling

He was alive

Someone had found him

And called an ambulance

He had lost his mind

He wanted only one thing from the life

But life played a game on him, and took his only desire

He was sad

He missed her

He wanted to go beside his love

But nobody let him

He sometimes finds himself seeing her

At first he knew that she wasn't real

But afterwards he let his thoughts to wonder around

And for the first time for awhile he was happy.