When he left

When he left 

He took whatever little poetry was left in her. 

When he left 

He gave her not even the chance to say the final words 

When he left 

She stared at the blank wall and did not cry 

When he left, only she remained. 

Sleep

Hush, he said. 

You're just a child. 

Lost in this fog 

That's spreading wild. 

Come, he said. 

Let me hide you. 

From deceit, and misery 

And cold so blue. 

Sleep, he said. 

This Earth will know. 

That you need another life 

Where you can grow. 

Maybe

Maybe. Just maybe I should 

Learn to leave the people I love, alone. 

Then maybe. Just maybe one day 

They'll come looking, when I'm alone. 

Nourishment

You said it was like food. 

The words. The voice. 

The occasional whisper. 

And then, you went on a diet. 

Show me

Show me one good reason to love 

Is it not but punishment 

For each time you let your self go 

Is it not the paved road to hell 

On which you rise, and fall 

Is it not a ticket to destruction

Is it not why you wake up with tears 

And don't know why 

You can't breathe, and yet aren't dead 

Show me one good reason to love 

And I'll show you darkness 

Surrounded by lights that fade eventually 

One day at a time

His taste, on her tongue 

Was like acid. 

Psychedelic and recurring. 

And with each kiss, 

The drug infused with her blood 

Till she couldn't think straight anymore.

It was what it was. 

Terse. Hellish. Permanent. 

Entwined between their drenched bodies 

Lay heaven and earth's dreams, 

And words that would never be spoken 

Till he raised her mouth to his again. 

It's a good thing

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love

Or else she’d have never seen through

Those silly words, and those promises

That he kept making her.

It’s a good thing she knew when to walk

Away from that rainbow coloured bubble

That looked more beautiful than the Sunday sun

When she had her glasses on.

It’s a good thing, she reminded herself

That she took that ghastly painting back

The colours were all wrong, she had said

He didn’t disagree.

It’s a good thing that there were at least five

Unread books still lying on her shelf

And a few unseen films for those silent nights

That she loved so much.

It’s a good thing she didn’t believe in love

For when he would go offline for hours together

That terrible clenching feeling in her heart

Could be so deceptive.

It’s a good thing. Yes it is, she said twice

Imagine what this stupid heart could do to you

Break without warning, and make such a mess

It’s a good thing. Yes it is. 

Cleanse

And as I purged myself of you
First went the words
Laced with deception

Then went the touches
That were never meant for me
Slowly disintegrating to dust

The kisses were wiped away
One after another, slowly
Till the lips were non existent

And then went the smiles
Demolished to the ground
Leaving no room for return

But what does one do
About the bloody memories
They leave such ugly stains

Butterflies

She: remember those butterflies I would talk about every time we would meet?
He: yes, I do.
She: they are dead now. 

Light it up

A candle for God's altar 
And a candle for the brave 
A candle for those nights in the dark 
And a candle for your grave.

The end

Fuck love.

Fuck the 10 fingers

That I know better

Than my own skin

Fuck that smell

That runs through my veins

And poisons my blood.

Fuck it all.

Fuck the fact

That you see me for me.

That you burnt the masks

I’d wear, one by one.

That I can’t breathe

When you’re inches away

And how you tease my soul.

Fuck that too. 

Not worth it

I ain't got what she got babe
Not the charm 
Or the mysterious smile 

I ain't got the curves love 
Nor the moves 
To make it worth your while 

In fact I got nothing babe 
But a damaged soul 
That needs a stitch or two 

A kiss to make it better 
Maybe some love
But I ain't getting that from you