Vulnerability.

Stashed away,

Like an old toy in the attic —

A forgotten classic;

An all-time favourite.

We learnt life without it,

When reality got in the way.

It’s time for a shift!

They got into the attic,

Found this dusty toy,

Unrecognisable from it once was —

An embarrassing reality,

Yet remains precious in memory.

Masterpiece.

Love is like art.

Uncertain strokes,

Building up confidence into a masterpiece.

Like photography,

Forever immortalised in that moment.

Like a concocted scent,

Familiar and fleeting, leaves you craving.

Like aged wine,

Best kept in the memory cellar —

To be appreciated,

And savoured in the present.

To create beauty lasting of all time,

How many false starts do we take?

Slow, peaceful art —

Are we running out of time?

Right.

Sometimes I give up the exact fight I want so badly to win. I give up right before success because I want to be chosen. Just to convince myself I didn’t fight in vain, yet, ironically I still did.

Sometimes I give up the exact right I own, just because someone showed me they wanted it more badly. It felt like I was helping them, but I wasn’t actually doing so.

Sometimes I confuse tiredness and laziness. I thought I was lazy but I was just too tired to fight. Perhaps the tiredness made it easier to give up entirely.

I hurt myself in the process. Giving up opportunities in love, career, finances, everything. I’m flawed and I only can blame myself so much for not being able to own my right and own my fight.

Villain.

A touch of poison;

A kiss of death.

Your hugs were wreaths

Enclosed with regrets. 

Waver.

All you wanted was never ever;

I could be that never never ever.

She wanted that happily ever;

But I could be the one that wavers never.

We thought of forever never,

Damn we knew it wasn’t forever ever.

Come and be my ever lover,

I promise I’ll never ever.

Understand.

When I buy,

I don’t quite want it.

When I comply,

I don’t quite agree with it.

When I try,

I don’t quite fit in.

When I cry,

I don’t quite feel it.

When I lie,

I don’t want you to believe it.

When I bid goodbye,

I don’t want you to take it.

The Other Side.

Clank.

Another one of those hearts got broken.

Aching through the flanks,

Alone and solemn.

Me and you against the world,

Seems like it was just an old folk tale,

When there are ones against your fleur,

Hands in the pocket no matter bail or jail.

Aliens.

Move in swishes,

Live on wishes.

We are all different –

Yet somewhat alike.

We all love,

We all fear.

Isn’t it strange we don’t care so much about each other?

Isn’t it ridiculous sometimes we’re afraid of each other?

Before the grave,

After all you gave.

We are all the same,

Yet somewhat different.

Isn’t it stupid to compare riches?

Isn’t it dumb to have made someone’s life difficult?

Blessings are the days living,

That’s all I’m really saying.

Be kind,

Be brave.

And soon you’ll find out,

They give our life it’s true meaning.

Disregard.

Worn down facade,

Wall paint like feelings — they fade.

Her happiness,

He thwarted.

Her birthday,

He disregarded.

He wrote her a card,

But there was no cake.

He thought long and hard,

And said,

“It’s time to part —

A decision I’ve made.”

She’s scarred,

For 4 years less than a decade.

So dead in her heart,

But alive in her head.

Dove.

Going double

It spells trouble.

Son of a gun,

They call it fun.

Evil is love

Masked as a dove.

Twisted fate

And undying hate.

Left at the end,

A broken heart to mend.

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