Ini semua, Aku tuju, Pada kau.

Writer ~ Rithvik Singh For my mother , My heart is a flower at your feet . Thank you for being the only person who always loves me , even at my worst [ Page No. 2 ] This book will make you feel too many things , all at once just like life does sometimes . [ Page No. 3 ] Dear reader , I love you . and I hope you love yourself enough to leave anyone who breaks your heart . Your heart was mean to be worshiped , not turned into a war zone . I hope this book feels like a warm hug to you . I wrote this book for the ones who feel everything too deeply . You're right i wrote this book for you . 💓 [ Page No. 4 ]

All of the chaos made me overflow, now I'm trying to find myself once more. This is my new beginning. This is me, bare. This is starting over. This is for all of the people who have survived the storms and lived to tell the horrible stories. This is for all of the people who can't remember how to be in the aftermath. This is for me. 'b a r e' is my newest collection of poems. it is about me, every single part of me, and my recovery from the storm. I have marked all other stories as complete and do not plan on adding to them. As always, thank you for reading <3

A collection of quotes and proses that will help you to find yourself 💞 This is my first book so please do vote for the chapters you like and also leave your feedbacks via comments. I would love to hear from you.

These poems have been written with my bare hands and thoughts, and every letter holds an emotion with hidden damage. These poems are for the one who has owed my heart since the summertime. If these writings find him in a way, just let him know that my feelings remain, and he stopped collapsing my name. These poems are for me than for you, they are the appreciation of the old paths. or maybe they will be empty notes.

حان وقت إكمال ما توقفنا عنده، رحلة لا تزال في بدايتها.. ستضحك..ستبكي..ستؤلمك قصة أحدهم، ستتعاطف مع آخر. لكن في النهاية ستحزن على فراقهم جميعاً. في بعض الأحيان تكون إرهاقات الفراق أسوأ من الفراق نفسه، عندما تشعر بثقل الحديث حتى يقل مع الشخص الذي كان السلام بينكما يجعلك سعيدًا مبتسمًا. شعورك عندما تكون حزينًا ولا تسطيع أن تتحدث معه خوفًا من أن تكون حملًا ثقيلًا عليه.. عندما تريد أن تعبر له عن اشتياقك؛ لكنك تتراجع خشية ردوده الباردة، كيف هو شعورك وأنت الطرف الأكثر بذلاً للجهد.. لم أكن أطلب الكثير.. كل ما كنت أريده فقط هو أن يكون لي نفس الحب الذي أقدمه! كنتِ ولا زلتِ نجمة مضيئة في دربي، يزداد وجهك ويزداد حبي..مهما طال فراقنا فأنا لا أتخلى عن شيء أعتبرته مِلكاً لي.. وأنتِ أعز ممتلكاتي.

From my POV These papers for you, Thank you for being more than a father.

Just a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|

Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 2- 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧