I have felt hurricanes
up close
in your napalm eyes,
your warmth swirling
around, like an aura;
stifling
yet,
when your lips undress me
with words of proclivity,
your slithering stares stiffen
around my throat,
chocking my own guts;
unable to spell out
the three words
you need to hear
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3 am lullabies
I am desperately trying to wash away the poison
you injected,
as the moon
sheltered behind colossal cloak,
shadowing
even the tiniest ray of hope.
one more night,
crimson eyes.
•
you are obsessed;
in love,
with how my fingers move around
your hair
you say it feels like
our movie takeout dinner nights and cold flowing ice cream fights
happy memories
you love when I rewind
your favourite part of our movie
and press forward
when those meaningless kisses fill up our screen time,
and you love how I cook leftover dinner
and eat from the best china you could afford;
mismatched accord
stealthy lies
•
somehow
in the paradigm of forces
you seem to wander off in flying colours
unknown of direction,
careless even.
and breathe me in
like I am laid in a straight line
and powdered in sugar;
too sweet for your ravenous kiss
but hollow and powerless
to love you back
you breathe me in;
and play me like a harp,
each fingers pressing and leaving too hard
too soon
...
•
emotions throw my brain in a haywire
and leave me by the door
with paper and noose in hand,
and each time
your entry with bouquet in hands,
threw me off balance;
a speckle of dust
in the circular loop
confusion
paradox of dissimulation
•
and I,
don't know how to play you back.
...
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Ink Stains
PoesíaA collection of musings from my heart that doesn't stick to a certain genre but mostly writes on heartbreak, depression, sadness, loneliness... of course masked under heavy abstract and metaphorical imageries. It might not be your simple poem to...
