If I gave my heart out to you,
And if I gave more than you do,
And people start saying, “It’s too much, you might regret giving more when that day comes,”
All I can say is, “It’s okay, because when today becomes yesterday, and yesterday becomes a memory, I will remember it with no regret—because I loved you in those moments.”

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Oh darling,
Let me hold the candle,
And let it drip along my fingertips.

I’ll dim my lamp
So I can see yours—
Glow unbound.

Let me be your fuel,
So you may never
Be out of light—
No darkness to embrace.

Oh darling,
Let me be the wood
In your fireplace;
I’ll keep you warm and safe.

Darling, let me be.
Let my love—
Take the ache,

And let me
Hold you in a steady embrace.

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I used to love the darkness—
So still and quiet.
I used to love the quiet,
Just silence, no judgement.

I used to love the broken,
For I too was once in pieces.

I used to hide—
The thoughts, the cries—
With a smile
That stretched from eye to eye.

I used to,
And this is true.
I could never love a whole,
For I knew—
Shards can make one bleed.

Till I turned my back,
To let go of unfitting pieces.
I learned to mend each splinter,
And selfishness
Was my only treatment.

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They say opposites attract—
Maybe they do—
Is it good?
Is it bad?

If thorns guard the rose
So it may bloom,
If fuel feeds the flame
To reveal its mesmerizing glow,
If the cold sculpts the air
Into delicate flakes of snow—

Then maybe my own
Is yet to find
The key that fits
In a lock I don’t yet know.

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I pray that tonight,
The stars will shine so bright,
And shadows won’t befall my sight.

Oh, tonight I pray,
That these memories
Are but a blip,
Brought to me by the silence of the night.

Oh, tonight,
Let me fly across the horizon,
And swim the seven seas
With creatures of the unseen.

Tonight,
Let my mind venture
Beyond the memories of the past.

Oh, tonight,
May these four walls
Be not the only thing I see.
And may the whispers of the night take me.

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I wrote her love letters—
she always replied,
without fail,
every day.

I wrote to her again,
this time—
no reply.

Months passed,
I packed my bags
to see her
and ask my whys.

There she stood—
my beloved,
beside my letters of whys.

I long to see
her writing again,
the ink smudges
she always made.

I wish to see her words once more—
if only our time
hadn’t come to an end.

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My time has never been wasted,
it brewed me far too well.
I keep my barrel shut—
and no one ever has tasted.

Though bitter I can be—
on someone else’s tongue,
only he will always taste—
its sweetness.

My heart may ache—
but he never makes it bleed.
He keeps the cork close to my heart,
aging it like fine wine.

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If my voice is high
will you lower yours?

If the voices in my head are
louder than before.
Will you silence it
and tell me to listen only to your voice?

Though quiet and never heard-
will you tell me that you hear it all,
just like I do?

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Those black robes,
Those piercing eyes,
How I wish to tell my side,
Yet, the judges screamed, “GUILTY.”

Innocence, aside.

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He asked-
why can't I decide,
when all I have to do is say-
what I feel inside.

My reply was,
because I've never known a love-
that is not me.

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