𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲: 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬

Love or Poison

Loving someone truly is like knowing everything, even what you can't see, sneaking into their ancient dark chambers of secrets and feelings untold, understanding them the way they need always, and paying attention to little things about them which they don't know of and how beautiful they're the way they're always and forever...

// I'm shifting a poem from one book to here //

"Next time for sure"

Promises unfulfilled

Days and days go

Harsh and so slowly

Yet so swiftly,

I can't see,

I crumble, i tremble,

With hopes to die in me.

I want to see your eyes blink at mine

But the windows are closed, it's fine.

Even when it's not fine.

I want to speak to you all the time

But all I'm allowed is to silently write a rhyme

Is loving a crime?

Everywhere you see, broken hearts and fallen angels in the ground, bitten to dust, warriors uncrowned

here we're, us in many lives, stranded in darkness, in abyss so hopeless,

Drowned.

Everytime i meet you, everytime, i love

Everytime i love you, everytime, i lost

When did we had a chance to give a little goodbye hug..

When did we get a hope to have back what we lost..

Tired and exhausted, of playing the same game

Hide and seek with asking again and again your name.

How long shall we play this unending game?

How long shall we die everyday in this bane?

Liars and fakers, everywhere you see around,

Speaking of them all, hurting us all along

How am i supposed to see you so frightened?

I'm in such a mess, i can't even breathe another step, rhythm is still far away.

How to believe in things which come after my death, I've died many times, for days and months i haven't slept,

They say it's peace to be in a love story, but all i see is wars where you fight with your own love and die alone, still numb like a stone?

It's been days I'm starving, hardly drinking, just walking, and you all say how easy it is to fight all alone?

How can you not see I'm lying in a desolate ruin?

At one side, i want to part, another, hold on

As i still need you,

But what to do, when i can't find you.

Sometimes i still wanna love you,

But all i can do is to accept the days are few.

Don't watch me burn here, go away,

Sometimes love just can't save you,

It comes to teach poetries to break you.

Monsters are chasing, and you ask me to fight alone for someone's joy, but what when I'm crying, trying and dying, hopes are like poison, people are like prisons, loving is a bad game, they promise you paradises, but all they say "It happens"

What are we supposed to?

Live in "I still need you" ?

Or realise that "I still want you"?

Or dreaming "I still love you"?

Love too dies, when kept in barren lands, it dries, it tries and tries to find water to quench it, but all you give is promises just unfulfilled.

How to suffer and suffer and yet act all good?

I don't know how to fake to you.

I'll say i might need you,

But I'm already dead, your touch, i can't feel

Your voices, in noises, i can't hear my choices,

I can't suffer this any longer, neither will.

At times you're supposed to keep flowers blooming

But then you go away, leaving alone, abandoning

I still want, and i need you.

But withered plants don't grow again.

Say me, when I'm reborn. Again, what's your name?

But this time, just don't say "I'll grow you again"

Love is a poison, if it can't embrace someone.

It's a risk beyond any, most fail to succeed, like you.

I still love, and want my days with you.

But now, all you can do is, let me be buried,

Plant another new flower and embrace it above my graveyard.

That's how love works?

Because it's a poison for one, to make elixir for another.

If you give yourself, they'll let you be used.

But they'll embrace you, when you don't deserve it?

Hopes are dead, like withered leaves,

What shall you find here? Just go away,

When I'm no more "alive" there.

Being sunshine is tough for lovers.

They hope for the darkness to be their moon when it's night.

New moon, lovers.

_______

A note from me:

Sometimes love is a passion, but sometimes love is a poison, I'd love if it could kill me, sadly it just immortalises the agony and pain coz ppl in love end up being so selfless they rather leave the one they love for getting ur love a someone perfect who doesn't exist, often ignoring how toxic it is to say it to someone who needs you, an escapism with a brand of nobility, or be so selfish that they end up getting their needs unnoticed, often not knowing how your love feels like, often keeping own pain above theirs that they die and yet you stay silent, i think most people who talk about loving never really mean it, because if they really meant, the other person won't be heartbroken ever, a true love won't break you apart, won't make u feel like you wish to die being loved and it makes me very afraid of it, after being hurt so many times in past with all sorts of cliche betrayals, misunderstanding and abandonments, it would be too cruel for someone to talk about loving me before they are sure about if they're completely willing to make me believe love isn't a poison, not by words, but by everything they do and they don't... Loving a broken heart is hard, but it's harder to stay alive being loved without feeling it the way we need... Make them believe in love, make them believe in love before you say i love you and fantasize of romantic songs, love ain't butterflies like they say in the novels, it is being brave, being observant, being understanding, it is not in calling someone a home, rather bringing the home to the homeless souls where they'll never be hurt, betrayed, ignored, judged or misunderstood again. Love isn't true if it isn't a cure to the past poisons. People often prefer to run away when they realise they've been poisoning, becoz they let their demons ruin their own heart who wanted to be an elixir to another.

It's selfishness to be so selfless that you don't even think how much someone needs you, maybe secretly if not openly, when you say you're not right for them.