I had lost myself when you were
passing by and you just saw a shiny gem resting in your path. I had forgotten about my allure
and you deliberately never reminded me of it.
I always looked up to you as if you were a saint who picked up a stone of the path and valued it more than its worth. The facade you wore seemed like a nun showing an unending sympathy to a poor little orphan, but in retrospect, you never told me my actual worth. Maybe you intentionally failed in unveiling my worth in front
of me making me live in that so-called paradise created
by you just for me.
I was the fire which ran in the volcanoes. I was the water
that danced in the rainy droplets. I
was the air that rushed in the
storms. I was the connection that
holds the earth together and you neglected to uncover it to me. And
when, when it was about to set forth in front of me, you were
the one who wanted the entire
credit. You desired all the praise.
I had forgotten myself but you
knew it from the first day.
Anyways, cheers, what if it wasn't
you? Someone was actually there for me. Someone helped me in the time of need. What if it wasn't you? You weren't meant to be the one I had thought you would be. But someone was there. That someone told me I
was a gem from the start. That someone revealed to me that I was the pressure that flows in the lakes, I am the coldness the glaciers contain, I am the hotness the fires contain. I am
the rage. That someone was ME.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poetry"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
