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III. If you promise to hear me out, I’ll explain, Why emotional responses are unhurried. Why I’m numb and expressionless initially. Truth is, I’m not cold. It just takes me time to recollect all my memories of similar incidents I’ve encountered, In movies, tv shows, novels and friends. I sift through the emotions they expressed, …
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II. I’m not heartless, Just fighting my demons. Just hurting and healing, And healing and hurting. Just stuck in this vicious cycle of hope and helplessness, Yet, I remain expressionless. Get me out of here. A.
I once created literary art, With blood drawn from my broken heart. The words flowed endlessly, How could it not? With an abundance crimson fluid gushing out uncontrollably, As the cracks in my poor love centre elongated. Because of this, I was declared a lyricist in her prime. But I have watched my creativity sublime, …
Adaptation is your number one enemy, But you would master her. You would learn not to flinch when he raises his hand, Because unlike the previous, these hands descend gently, Not with anger, with love and affection. You would learn that these walls only enclose you, From experiences created for your enjoyment, You would learn …
In time, you would find a man, Whose body familiarises itself with yours, And urges him to wake up, 10 minutes before yours does. A man who crawls out of bed so quietly , Just to fix you breakfast. It's bagels, eggs, avocado and sriracha sauce, You hate 4 out of 4 of those items. …
I had lost my innocence trying to persevere, Misplaced my happiness by choosing to stay, Given up my voice listening to yours. Most of all, I lost my compassion trying to guard my heart. I'm not the same person. A.
Have you ever been so lost in the sauce that you wouldn’t feel offended if oxford dictionary replaced the definition of stupid with your name? That was Akeela and it had been her for a while now - giving out passes, lowering standards, crossing boundaries, accepting disrespect, you name it. All because love was pure …
While I hold my half empty bottle of sweet smelling red wine, I look at you in dismay, Because, you don’t love me, You just love the way that my hips sway, And twist and turn. Knowing it doesn’t matter how far I drift, I would always return, To a place of convenience. And once …
You transformed me into a storehouse, For the love you so generously bathed me in. The support and care, On the days I was unaware, Of the greatness planted within. You fed me, constantly, With the positivity my soul was deprived of, The encouragement my spirit longed for. A little at a time but the …
You've forgotten how to be strong and I've been there, I've been here, I've been everywhere in between strong and weak, Victory and defeat, The will to live and a deep longing for death to open up her arms and embrace me. So I understand, The sudden rush of emotions. You’re not sad, you’re just …
