I breathe in, hoping it may have
come from inside you.
I exhale, hoping you'd let me in.

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In the meantime life happened.
All the while
I forgot to look at myself
and realize what a mess
I have become
craving for the things
that never really existed.

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What do I want from love?
A muse,
Someone to think of,
Someone to write about.
In return, all I can give is myself.

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I need a new life with new people in it;
no one fishing for answers in my face,
no one offering clarity to my confusion,
no one enquiring my whereabouts
when I prefer to stay invisible,
no one asking who I am
when I choose to remain anonymous,
no one sugarcoats, no one lies.
I need a new life devoid of people
but I can't have one,
because without them life will equate to death.

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We humans are always fooled by Time.
We sip our memories like holy narcotics,
and expect it will blur the intensity of hurt.

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I've lost the apetite for change, it flusters me now. I can't bring myself to swing between a mundane present and an uncertain future. There's an unsaid comfort in being blanketed by same old life, friendly little joys and unsurprising grief. That way I know the right to every wrong, and I have a fix for every break. I am too afraid the leave all this behind.

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We are always told to be like the sun, shining bright, providing light to many; but what they forget to mention is, like the sun, it necessitates us burning.

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Those who hate you because of your religion,
do not understand love;
Those who kill in the name of religion,
neither understand religion nor God.

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After a great loss such as the loss of a loved one,
we often try to fill the void with something ephemeral,
something which will not have the power to cause us hurt.

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Writing a poem is like falling in love, I don't know where I will end up, or whether I will even end up happy, but it never keeps me from beginning.

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