Exiled is a journey into the shadows of the mind, where desire and despair collide in raw verses. These poems pulse with darkness, drawing inspiration from the depths of depression, exploring the seductive allure of pain, and the irresistible pull o...
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Stalk
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tell me when to stop looking at you from behind, waiting for you to find me there, watching as you silently retreat to your usual cradle of solitude, breathing in the bliss of silence in one corner.
tell me when to stop adoring such a quiet scene, the hopeful dream that I am the one you're seeing when you're staring at nowhere, or when you're feeling my presence from the banisters of the stairs.
tell me when to stop those bittersweet sighs, the greed of being with you when you're not even there, the chest-hammering pain I feel, depriving me of air whenever you're away, whenever you forget about me, or whenever you dream of somebody else.
tell me when to stop assuming that you think of me too when I think of you, for this is just too hard to bear. You are someone I can never have. So if you must say that one word, look at me and be gentle, then graciously break my heart.
I shall stop at once.
but if you must tell me otherwise, then I shall never ask again. And I will never grow tired of thinking and sighing, of waiting and dreaming, and of stealing glances from you forever.
