《All About Him》Regret and rage of familiarity with trauma
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I am famished yet avarice for your love, it speaks in my inner psyche when a single teardrop falls between your words whenever you speak.
Your words would dissolve in my tongue, it would make an accent like raindrops dropping and I would cradle it in my palms for it reminds me of your warmth.
You would ran briskly in my core using your jaded fingertips and it would leave a trace of lava streams that ushers me to wilt.
Your fingerprints are painted in my name, so that's why your presence is still remembered in those creaky floors drenched in dust where you left the door.
I may not be a pocket full of cash, but I am still in your arms, cradling me to death.
The wind sketched your name in paper leaves, I would water it and it left wet memories of our accents that I breathe in my lungs once more.
I ponder your words like insomniac lullabies in gnarled nights, cause you breathe fire and you burnt my limbs when you said 'Goodbye'
Your love for me is like a knife left in my gut like death whispering again after it goes blunt, its palms swallows me and turning fragments of my existence into ashes like a flame
Was I stupid to give you power over tears?
or are you stupid for seeing me as made out of gold and not made out of wishes on shooting stars where it lands on the empty void where longing waves swallows it like an ark.
You cradle my fears and turn them to wounds that colors our colorless arguments with blood, it heals the rotten taste of torment you have in me in my soul.
You were a kid that plays dolls at first, then buried it in the doorstep where you'd live the rest of your life chasing others shadows and to whisper them your wishes in their dreams.
I was a house never been a home to people, instead, they would abandon me in their hearts.I am an undone drawing,
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your lines are jagged enough they
leave an immortal scar.
I am a flower petal blanketed by decay,
only wisterias bloom in the
darkest nights of wilt,
the oxygen of sorrow
only kept drowning me,
not helping me to breathe.
Perhaps, it is true my frostbite
still aches after the past winter
lymph of distilled motion
on every freckled
snowflakes of treachery.
A cosmic flesh that always
burns is a clumsy cupid
that needs no helmet,
love is twitching on
each steps that
we took, carrying two
cups filled
with earthquakes
and you saw
how the mountains
leave their body
and kneel to you,
every air particles lost
in translation after a
tilt of such corroding
aplomb that made
'goodbyes' a phantom
sensation even if its in the
past that i already sold
my ethereal fingers
to a cross that made death
a plague with no cure,
nail these bites
on the edge of
webbed corners of
remnant supernovas,
just one sin burned
and i already found myself
in a heaven i don't deserve,
i was forced to say yes
to your 'no', to which
i draw constellations
on your burnt metal
neck of galactic
filaments
and voids.
I was built
like a rusted metal,
i called you oxidation
ever since i met you.
I tunneled in a bed
made out of your
sword of lies,
though i was not cut
once with a scar of lust.
My mother once taught me
that you need to close
your eyes to see,
and that i don't
need to be afraid
of the darkness
it holds, because
it always comes
when we've held
the light for
too long,
but, i'm still here,
sitting in a
affray of my own
wrong doings,
epicaricacy opened
a new hell for
others, kiss the
solstice goodbye
in this vernal equinox
of September's
birth of dawn,
where aubades are only
meant for the unsent
howls in the early
morning sky.
I was built like
a rusted metal,
i called love
oxidation
ever since
i tasted
its penance
poison clawing
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on my purging
cassia casket.
I once experienced the wind
of words coming up to the
curtains of my windows,
playing a thousand words before
it turns into a hailstorm,
because, poetry,
is clay, you can shape
it however you like.
Events are sculptures of
my words, i can live
up to the word 'trauma'
forever and create
poems with it.
I've experienced
a nightmare before,
one that made me afraid
that the monster in the closet
was already in the bed,
whispering sleep paralysis
in Chlorosis.
'You are
the
monster..'
I hate sleeping with
the lights on again.
I have experienced hell
under your heaven,
though you have seen the
biggest of demons
being the littlest angels.
Perhaps, your words have no bones,
but they are strong enough
to break my heart pieces by pieces.
I sought solace in a bizz-art
of my loneliness, yet the sound
of an apocalyptic flashbacks
breaks the silence,
almost like a lullaby
sang to me each night.
I might say i already
threw the weight of
a haunting past in
a lost land of regrets,
but i'm still making a
boulevard out of those
bad decisions, hoping it fills
the asphalt cracks you
made along the way.
Versatile, miniature responses and declines made queens
independent of their selves in
this patriarch society.
Yawning serenity, a hurried heart
made from an angered galaxy and
cursed supernovas.
The slippery wind of your breath saying 'goodbye'
makes me look like a deceiving skeleton, believing in love.
That unkind reply,
that unscrupulous commitment,
musing on liquid promises.
That vehement conclusion.
Maybe i was too easy on you to
let out a feathered effort.
I regret the day i allowed you to burn down all bloodthirsty photos you have that screams memories and love, memories are stuck in the deafening house of my heart, perhaps i was just missing the good ol' days.
Wrathful hush,
fragile hands i've held.
Your love has an outstanding taste of both
sweet and bitter, a
dazzling drug.
Modest april,
a black world,
a trapped argument,
a hungry psycho
sinful talks,
your comfortable fatalities,
your old self's decent death, the wistful
grave you used to visit,
your well-educated confessions and alibis.
I was just a devoted doll.
Salty agony,
cheerless skin,
caged autumn,
that unaffordable knife disguised
as one of your fingertips.
That rusted record of your voice is still
playing in my car,
over and over again.
Worshipful remorse,
lost conversations on lifeless nights,
enigmatic accents,
that suspicious pressure,
your skillful trouble,
that plucky swallow of words.
Your enlightened courtesy,
how you said 'ma'am' and 'mister' reminds me
of my brother trying to
impress everyone.
I bet you can still smell my scented insecurities.
Useless dress,
that fabled girl
who's face is
full with lively pulchritude.
You tried to stay sober in your
blushing drunkenness, just admit it.
You are the first teacher that has taught me love in a
technique i've never been introduced to.There's a wound cloistered in my seasick eyes that holds lachrymose fragments and astronomic figures of my wilting melancholy, under your eye bags holds my prominent blue veins, to you it is a bridge where lava streams down to my crestfallen flesh inside of my tormented soul where past flaws and errors are buried.
My existence to you is like uneven threads on denim, while my life with you is like dried leaves getting washed by the warm, palpable air, they say in autumn you'll be burnt down to cinders, but in spring you'll gain a cherubic flush and heal like the florid skies yet the scarcity in those wooden corridors came to bask my doorstep and I am now swaying in the deserts, cradling my doe-eyed reflection in the desert mirrors, i'm one of them, but I'm stained, smudged by your dusty fingerprints, like rust forming on ivory skin, perhaps that you haven't wore my shoes to explore my earthy core.
My presence roams underneath your pockets, I would find dark clouds instead of dust, I would find your shadow as I explore the tarnished seas and getting my splintered bones drown in the calamitous and perpetual waves.
Perhaps being a warrior is useless when you are just a tarnished and defenseless shield.
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