A taste of longing

My mother always taught me
That love is meant to be earned,
She said "Darling, love someone
the way you wish to be loved."
So I did.
I cut opened my heart,
where I had love oozing,
just waiting to be served.

And as I gave and gave, He craved for more,
Purely addicted to the love I poured.
Little did I know that he'd deplete me
Of the very thing I needed the most,
Sparing merely but a few drops
left for me to taste,
I hoped for love, my dreams effaced.

Despite experiencing the drug's allure,
You took everything I had
and left me aching for more.
I watched you, watching me
knocking from door to door,
Crying, praying and hoping
That maybe, just maybe
Someone might give me a little taste,
And finally end my agony,
Which, I can no longer take.

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I doubt I'll ever want it to start ticking again
As every day, every hour and
every second passes me by,
I feel like I'm inching closer towards the end.
What if it's a dark and lonely place?
Where there's no trace of light.
Does your soul travel through
the realms of time,
or does it attach itself to another body,
shedding the memories and skin
of its past life.
What does it mean to rest in peace?
Is it something you attain by learning
to love your own company, as in the end
you're all that you've got.
Are the concepts of heaven and hell true?
Or are we meant to experience
a little bit of both
while we walk god's green the earth.
So many questions, so little time
What if you die with regrets, especially
that you never truly, fully, lived your life?

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What would you say if I asked you a question,
about whether you truly love someone
or you just love the idea
of loving and being loved by them?

We live in a world where romance romanticised
and love is idealised,
without understanding its true essence.

All these romance novels and movies by Disney
Project a picture so perfect and rosy,
Where you find your dashing knight in armour
That worships at your altar, loves you wholly,
Slays dragons for you and
showers you with flowery poetry.

Little do we realise how we are duped to think
that love is an elusive feeling
which demands to be chased,
anxiously attach ourselves to,
and possessed, till codependence is gained.

While Internalising love's idealistic view,
we end up putting ourselves through
an open-heart surgery sans anesthesia on a loop,
as we jump from person to person,
for a very simple reason
that in the end,
we are just scared to be lonely

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Meant to take you
where you want to be
Some could turn into
a beautiful hike with a view.
While some could be really bumpy.

Some could be blocked
Forcing you to find another route
Could be longer or shorter
But that's on you to figure out

Some might be dangerous
Forcing you to face your fears
While some might be fun,
Opening doors to new adventures.

But in the end, the destination
doesn't matter as much,
What does, is the road.
And you getting to make memories
While learning from the mistakes
of your own.

It doesn't matter how far
someone else has reached,
You may never know,
This may just be a pause,
And not an end to your journey.

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I want to be surrounded by trees
With you by my side,
As the fall comes around.
Seeing the roads fill with leaves,
Red, yellow and brown.

When the air turns colder,
I'll hold you close to me,
You can rest your head on my shoulder,
As we savour the colourful symphony.

Let me hold your hand,
As we walk down the tranquil street.
Soaking warm sunlight on our faces,
Complimented with some chilly Breeze.

As we hear the wind howl,
Rustling through the leaves,
I lean closer to you
And leave a peck on your cheek.

I want to sit under a tree,
Where I watch you read, peacefully.
As we feel autumn's warm caress,
we share our first kiss,
relishing nature's alchemy.

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I reach up to the top shelf of my closet
And enwrap myself in his shirt,
Just so I can remember what it felt like
Being held in his arms again.

When I miss the one I love,
I open the folder dedicated to him and us,
As I feel my heart fill with happiness
and the aching will of setting
my lips on his, not just his pictures.

When I miss the one I love,
I call him up,
As his voice has the power
to flip my worst days to the best.

When I miss the one I love,
I feel my eyes tear up,
Wishing he never left,
Just to be reminded that
even if he's gone, it's not forever.

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Intoxicate

Connect to my mind and
engage my soul,
Let the mysteries
of passion unfold.

Watch me as I disrobe,
divinely nude.
Feel the sinful pain which
pleasure subdues.

Ink me with your fierce passion
Make me crave for your touch,
Let your cologne linger
over my luscious curves.

Plant gentle kisses
on my shoulder,
Satiate my every need.
Leave me bewildered,
Worship me till I'm pleased.

Move your lips around
my carnal ecstasy,
Unlocking esoteric
pleasure.
Consume me entirely,
Thrusting me with
Intense pressure.

Read me like erotica
Explore every inch
Of my voluptuous cast
Make burning love to me
Like I'm your last.

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You were the sculpturist
I submitted my fragile cast to,
Who shattered me in the end,
But like you said,
I was your only masterpiece.

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I'll enfold you in my dark ecstasy
if you are willing to be wasted
in my cosmic love.

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Breathe between my thighs,
ravish me with your
sinful pleasure.
I'll dupe you with my
sweet lies,
for, I know you're
a treacher.

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