The clouds smudged my moon.
Now I see a glowing blur,
fading into the darkness.

Your fragments fly like fireflies,
scatter and wander in the night.
Colossal destruction of my love
lights up the sky like fireworks.

Did I lose you to the wolves,
howling for their share?
Or is it just a new moon,
waiting for a rebirth?

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Her lips don't talk,
But I can hear her eyes.

Magazine-lips, sealed tight.
I drown in those brown doe eyes.

Has a sanctum for her secrets,
Applies kohl for masquerades.

She whispers lies in crowded rooms.
In blinks and pauses, I seek what's true.

Someday she'll call out my name,
And catch me lost within her gaze.

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What happens when the clock strikes two?
A bloodbath forms in a hellish hue.
From under my bed, the monsters creep,
Tugging my sheets as I fight my sleep.
They crawl and climb, their grip so tight,
Their weight grows heavy in the night.
My back is pressed on needles bare,
Yet all I do is gasp and stare.
With widened eyes, I feel the pain,
As tears descend like pouring rain.

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Can you recall that feeling when you return home after a week-long trip? At night, when you finally sink into your bed, it may not be as plush as the hotel mattresses you briefly called your own, but it holds the quiet promise of belonging.
The worn-out fabric of your sheets, the gentle creak of the bedframe, the air tinged with a warmth that no luxury suite could replicate—everything embraces you, as if the very walls had been waiting, yearning for your presence. And as you close your eyes, the room hums a silent lullaby, cradling you into the kind of sleep that only home can offer. That sweet, silent sleep—that’s how you make me feel when you’re around.

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Would you keep it safe
If I gave it to you?
Would you be the guard
To my tired heart?

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I'm drawn to the quiet moments where your mind wanders when you're not thinking. I'm curious about the books that bring you back when you feel lost. I'm yearning to listen to the songs that remind you of someone you used to be, the melodies that echo through your mind and teleport you to the warmth of the past. Talk to me about the hobbies that once brought you peace in your moments of utter chaos, but now you can't find the time to pick up where you left off. I want to understand the friendships you have lost, the ones that still linger in your heart because you couldn't find a replacement for something that pure. Tell me about the decisions that you would like to remake, the regrets that make you question your trajectory in life, the mistakes that make you wonder what you have become in the process of growing up. Let me hear about the nightmares that make you sweat when you're asleep. Allow me to have a look at those pieces of you that haunt your heart. Show me the side that the mirrors hide. Let me pull off the mask of perfection that you wear and kiss the ugly underneath.

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Every time that I lay my head on a pillow
and shut my eyes, I hear the echoes of a
drum beating in a particular rhythm that's
reminiscent of the way your heart sped up
before it soothed me calm.
I would lay my head on your chest,
and you would gather me in your arms
as if collecting all my broken pieces,
making sure none of me remained alone.
The same beats that once worked like a
tranquillizer shot to put a wild horse
to sleep — now keep me awake
in the dead of the night.

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Love is a helium balloon,
Released in a carnival;
Rising with each fleeting breath,
Reaching for the limitless sky
Before it loses its way
And goes out of your sight.
Making you wonder:
Was it a sudden burst or a slow
depletion that led to its demise?

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The heavens wept in torrents that night,
As if the city mourned your flight.
You returned with autumn's breath,
Leaves fallen, some clinging to death.
I shut my eyes to what was lost.
Then came the coldest winter's frost,
And you were as frigid as the wind.
I glimpsed the face of my former flame,
But felt none of the warmth you claimed.
We stood beneath the same roof,
But it was no longer our home, aloof.

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GOOD BOY

Left alone like a dog on the street,
Abandoned, my heart skips a beat.
In this bustling place, I wag my tail,
Thinking it's a game, but my hope's frail.

If only you'd see the fear in my eyes,
Lost in a crowd, where love dies.
Sitting patiently, as you taught me to be,
Hoping for treats, in this uncertainty.

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