Open your eyes,
"What do you see?"
A whole new universe, of endless realities?
Or a world so deranged and gaslit to the point it would remain,
Unloved, Uncertain, Undefined and you would still see someone from the side of the lens calling shots at their imaginary kryptonite,
The overwhelming response over the magnitude of shifts in the thinking of the people,
And the court dates and the people murdering people,
You're seeing this aren't you?
Are you afraid?
"Don't worry I am too"
But you know what,
I was actually kind of brave before I met you,
I used to be so free of spirit,
Walked every hall like I am IT,
And it was embarrassing and maybe cringe,
But I look back and sigh at the time I actually loved myself,
Rather than overanalysing and criticising every single thing that I did,
But when I met you,
I was blindsided by love,
A love that I hadn't felt in ever,
And I wanted you to be my one and only,
Forever,
But you kissed me everyday,
Told me you loved me,
But went back to pretends with her that you're not gay?
And I endured it all because I didn't know how,
To confront you about my love and what I felt just now,
And the daggers to the heart when I saw you with her hurt less,
Than the needles running through my veins when I felt you ignore my existence in front of your mates,
And I was shocked,
I was only fifteen,
I was amused,
At the way you didn't even want any part of me,
But when you wanted a kiss,
You would make up,
Excuses and lies,
I saw through them,
And cried to them, every night,
And I finally talked to you and you apologized,
And I gave you another chance,
And you didn't prove that I was right,
Well at least you didn't cheat on me,
You didn't really know yourself,
But by the end I'm glad you found your real love,
And someone who can make you happy,
I'm glad I got to be that someone for 4 months,
But now I'm happy,
"And why would I lie?"
"Look at my face"
"Does it look like I cry?"
I kept saying again and again without even hearing your replies,
It was difficult to know you,
It was painful to love,
It was gut wrenching to lose you,
And It has been more than hell, is it not enough?
Because we lie in the beds of a tragedy,
Named 'Dead Love'
The graves are my only one,
Now that you're gone,
And life,
It's still going on.
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SENSITIVE STRINGS
PoetryAugust is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting. I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some th...
