all the blossom and beauty you see
Is reality of illusions.
We bloom and die to teach you life.

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He gifted me his old
and well worn dictionary.
And everytime I'm lost I seek for
comfort in random words.
You see having something that
once belonged to him brings me
weird sense of security.
That thing is now
a souvenir of our love.

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Is it madness that
every atom of my body
wants to be close to yours?

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he's the outcast,
freak with pretty face and
he could stab a knife through your heart
all the while smiling along.

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I'm certain that there would be people
who would bring chaos to your life
and you would still love them
that they will drive you crazy
with every words they say
and you would still love them.

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Destroyer

He said he's passionate about me
and I was aware he's destroyer
yet I said I love you.
So first he hurt himself
and then he butchered my feelings too.
He is lost in the pleasure of power
to understand any of my yelps.
So even if he's struggling
he won't seek any help.
He thinks he's winning,
killing, every feeling
and attachment in his wake.
I wonder what logical explanations could
have saved such train wreck?
I loved how he kept me on the throne
of his heart like I really meant something.
something of value to him.
He masters in the art of becoming a mystery.
One which is quite difficult to unravel,
so I bow down and hail for his victory.
For choosing destruction over everything.

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hiding from
the illusions of us,
I discovered
that I can walk away too.

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he often speaks about hate
with strange passion and I wonder,
what sort of people
he have been around his whole life?

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he's young, pretty and
green as a person
who'd stumble often
upon the same
question, "do you think I'm a good person?"

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Cover my hopes in bruises
and leave the abuse unspoken,
since i yearn for melancholic air.

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