Saw her drenched,
Yet, her eyes
made me drowned.

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There is coarse profanity the way I love.
I am,

The greatest unrequited lover yet
A loner, vindictive partner,

A fanciful dreamer yet
A pragmatic realist.

A relentless chaser yet
An irresolute paramour.


let me go, let me die.
a whispered plea, a solemn cry.

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Be thankful if you can still feel the butterflies,
albeit occasionally in your stomach.

Some of us are carrying
the graveyards of broken dreams
inside us for an eternity.

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If ever I could have one of my wishes granted,
I would've asked the genie to restore her first love.

The only instance ever
when I felt relieved for not topping the charts.

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Every time I try to write,
I circle my way back to you
to pick up my scattered pieces.

only to find you still
relishing the ruins.

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"Why didn’t you ever love me
the way you have always yearned for your muses?"

"Oh beloved,
My love is always eccentric, impulsive,
uncharted, yet eminently acquisitive in nature.
It would've crumbled you in order to reinform
your flaws to attain immaculate craftsmanship,
whereas, darling, you deserved to be revered
and admired by the art connoisseurs
for generations to come."

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"What made you fall for me?"

"Your apathy towards the living,
a demure despair regarding the world,
and....

'And?'

"I needed my muse, A canvas bare.
in your hollow eyes, my death; debonair."

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The magic always lied within me.

See the mythical lore I made of you; of your coarse ruins,
While you got pommeled by many in sheer glee.

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I've always been attracted to
the intrinsically quiet people
and their ability to converse
every emotion with minimal verbiage.

Only when you're allowed in, you'll know
if they're frolicking in a blessed dream
or
weeping their heart out on a whim.

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There’s always a hint of escapism
in my thoughts for you.

even after all this while,
they ran from you, to you.

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