Those two seconds of panic you felt after you grab hold of my hand,
Possibly wondering If I would pull away.
That awkward smile I once found attractive,
And the way you stared at me when you thought I wasn't looking.
.
.
.
That after those two seconds,
You would squeezed my hand until blood flow is cut off,
And that you always had that awkward smile on,
Every time you were explaining how it's my fault you had to hurt me.
The way your fist clenched and your jaw tightened with envy,
As you watched me laughing at something funny he said.
.
.
.
So I'm putting my memories of you into this tiny suitcase
Along with the rest of my belongings,
And walking away.

*Kindly check out the full poem in the caption! ♥️

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She lived in an infinite present,
Disconnected from the past
And the future.

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you'd shudder.

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They
loved
her
because
she
was
beautiful.
But
her
beauty
faded
with
age.
And
so
did
their
love.

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When I want to write a poem,
I close my eyes,
And try to find the spot
With the most feeling.
I sieve through my thoughts,
To pick out the loudest
And my words,
To find the heaviest.
Slow and steady,
Emotions take shape on paper.
The more I pen down,
The lighter I feel.
Poetry, my sweet release.

On most days, however,
I scribble down whatever random thought pops up in my head,
And hope it makes sense.

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start writing again.

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Mirror Mirror on the wall

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the purest of them all?
Is he kind and is he tall?
With perfect features like a doll?

Mirror mirror on the wall
How do I escape this fall?
How do I resist the allure?
This tug, when will I to ignore?

Mirror mirror on the wall
How many times must I recall?
All the pain love did befall
All the hope that went to null

Mirror mirror on the wall
My thumping heart has grown dull
I long for affection no more
From now on, I'm playing hardball

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Oh My Envy

I have always loved the colour green
Growth, jealousy, broken figurines
I wonder if she likes the colour too
I wonder when she'll lose all that virtue
These thoughts roam aimlessly
Oh my envy

Like mots, people are drawn to her light
A queen surrounded by her loyal knights
A host surrounded by parasites
Why won't they reach in and take a bite?
I clench both fists tightly
Oh my envy

She is the star I have always hoped to be
With her present, there can be no me
But such a refulgent star will burn out inevitably
At the thought, I smile darkly
Goodbye my adversary
Oh my envy

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Lighthearted conversations.

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"I'm Alone Because I'm Special"

I was 7 when I realized I had a super power
The ability to blend into any background
To be there and not be there at the same time
I will make a pretty cool spy
I couldn't tell anyone else because they wouldn't believe me
But it all made sense to me then
Why no one wanted to talk to me in class
Why I was always ignored when I spoke
Why I was always paired with the teacher for group works
Why I had no friends
It's because they can't see me!
But I guess that's okay
I have something no one else has
If anything, that makes me special
Yes, that's it!
I finally understand why I'm always alone
It's because I'm special.

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