The Seesaw.

and when he collected me from the ground.

My pen was keep going between my teeths..

Scouring it.. biting it..
but still nothing writing with it..

I glanced at the window recklessly... only to see the dark ...

But not much darker than my mind recalling the past.

Provoking me, preventing me.. blowing hot and cold..

Abetting me to harm my loved once ..
Giving me a chokehold.

Not to mention I was the one to blame for my whimsical mind.

Reached seven feets underground.. while dreaming for the cloud nine.

Wished I was as cunning and fabricated as people thought of Me...

Acrimonious , accustomed.... but I was nothing more than a suffering teen.

And that was when he collected me from the ground.

Like the scattered pieces of jigsaw I was.

He only appears when no body was around.

Getting all the pieces together until the very last..

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That's it.. 💜

It wasn't my first poetry.. I used to write a lot.. but afraid to publish them.. but ..

How long I am gonna be like this..

So here it is..

I am coming out of my cell..

And I am also about to write a decent novel. Not the fanfiction one..

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