//Ordinary//
When your life turns for better,
It does so oh so quietly,
Like all the good things
That happen to us.
Like how the sizzle of the sun slowly dissolves into the dying crimson of the evening sky.
Like how the fading raindrops soundlessly patter against our window panes, as if relaying their goodbyes one last time.
Like how my growing heartbeat sounds to my ears every time I decide to take destiny into my hands;
my scarred, feeble hands that are on the verge of breaking, with nothing to hold on to except for my sheer faith.
So I relish the quietness of it all; because to me, they speak of triumphs that nobody sees,
Of the blessings disguised in the veil of ordinary.
Like every ordinary thing this Universe has ever created,
The sun, the moon, the galaxies afar,
And ME-
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Hollow
After everything I did for love,
It evaded me completely.
Leaving me with a hollow
way too wide to fill,
And an eternity of waiting;
Waiting and mourning,
For those who didn't stay,
For those who never will.
Now all that's left are scraps,
Thrown my way out of pity.
And funnily, I still pick them up.
Like a shameless creature,
Desperate enough to take in anything not to feel empty.
This treacherous heart I tell you,
This bloody thing just does not know when to stop.
And so I keep bleeding, and wanting, and mourning
Untill it all withers away.
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Goodbyes
They are always hard. Especially the ones that are for forever. Even the goodbyes with promises of reunion are forgotten over time.-
The Universe
The Universe I love,
Doesn't love me back.
Not in ways I like, or anticipate.
I find myself reaching out for it,
In desperation & hope;
To seek comfort in its vastness.
And yet, what I find is dust.
Dust that I am made of;
Dust that speaks of my truth;
Dust that someday I will be.
And so I helplessly relent,
And submit to its wisdom.
And so it slowly picks me up, and coddles me;
In ways I don't expect;
In ways I don't need to know.
That's how much this Universe loves me ❤️-
Noting exists anymore.
Not even the hurt and pain,
That she has tucked away
From the questioning gaze of the world.
It feels safe now,
To be dead inside as she laughs for everyone else.
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So someday,
When someone will dare to read it
They will not see the damaged soul
Waiting to be healed
But this unsung hero
Who has conquered fortresses
Far out of her reach
Creating a legend out of herself
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I created a niche for self
With the broken pieces of yesterday
That all too remind me again
Of the unstoppable skies
And unconquered dreams
When nothing seemed impossible
Even the sand castles weren’t that fickle
When shores were more about the bottled messages
Looking for their destination
And souls singing unkempt stories
Voiced without hesitation
Those times when courage
were more defined in solid friendships
and not in fickle heartbreaks
Then, love was more about
Caressing the wounds
And rejecting the envy
Yes, that nostalgia is where I reside in
I have made a place for myself
In those unjaded yesterday mornings
That still lingers somewhere within-
The sugar in his voice turned sour as salt,
As she watched him proclaim his love,
And push the knife a little deeper.
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