But it starts all over again, you pull me in.
Say you love me.
But vapourise under some streetlights.
Leaving my bones hanging, I keep looking for your flesh , to wrap me in your promises, in some texts.
Did I tell you it was a bit annoying when you couldn't send me even a text?
But oh love! you were so enough I hardly paid attention to your not so love letters.They actually were sometimes a one word texts.but wait! it was him.words don't count love.
I go hell and heaven. You let me have a look at your burning pits.Only me.then you throw me into those, just to see me wearing fires while you have your opened eyes in curtains.
The energies that have always grown in favour of me,make me question my scars.
are these on some exhibition? To let a man scalpel through them and suck all my strong self? is this what made me proud of myself?
are you really strong enough?
The strong, that shakes and shivers in his false momentary kisses.
The strong, that would slip in hands of a man and make myself run faster each time to catch hold of his feable love.
Did You come through storms only to get dissolved in fake rains.?
" Tell me what am I to you? Am I only known to you because you are alone and carry too much vacancy? "
"I just want to be connected to you even if we don't talk.Whenever We need each other we will share some words." He said.
This typing was enough, to let my heart know about your false love etchings.
Coming back to senses after all the love mess. I decided, I'll cut you off, your name from my tongue your prints from the skin and every part of you that reminds me I am still falling for you.
But you won't let me go.
You snapped at me and said 'try me'. Yes, because it was always you, who had hands on disappering and punch in back.Smash my pieces, breaking even more every time. But you just make your way in. Never breaking my torture link.
How my ideal guy was reflected to be the meanest.mean enough, to let roll and scrape my feelings, hit them hard enough to keep his own at peace.
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Healing Cadavers
PoetryA Thought Catalogue to heal you from everything left to die and decay. Any literature won't seep into your bones until it breaks you before healing. This book talks about hurting, bleeding, realising and loving your halves. I Turned His Lies Into P...
