If only I could drain every thought of you through words…
I would write a script that can cover the entire seas
I have to…
I have to drain you from my head because-
God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me…
You drained me-
You drained my emotions and my soul
And every bit of a heart that I thought could be kept in store
For the lover yet to come…
I was wrong
I’m terrified it might be too late
I think you drained the last bit of my heart
And left me here to ache…
Tag: Love
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Thoughts of a Hopeless Romantic
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The Love Before
Once they were many
Now they are few
After some of them left
All they left is two-Two souls an inch apart
Circling the drain
With shredding hearts
Trying to find salvation
Trying to save the love
A rarity they once hadHad they known it would be that hard
For a soul to lose a part
And the heart to live in the dark
They would’ve gone back to the start
Before the love and the names on the tree bark
Before the hate and the glass shardsHe looks at her, in regret
She looks at him, in pain
He tries to accept
What she couldn’t explainThey want it back
The love before the words
The love that started with eyes
The love that started with notes…
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The Prophecy
I
Love
HimThree words
One of them might be a mistake-
A fault…
A moment the universe chose to slip
The aftermath was quick…I fell
He stopped…
Stared
And swept
Me off my feet-No, that’s not what happened
See, I like to imagine things and write them
The “happily ever afters”
The knights in shining armor
The never-ending love…If the words are written, then the story is true… right?
Well…
I’m still waiting for the story to happen
Who knows… maybe my prophecy would come true one day.
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I’m True
The thing about romance and love… Well, let’s just say it’s some weird shit. Would you think that one day, you might actually fall in love with a voice?
I heard your voice for two weeks, and you drew me in with just that. I was too shy to turn and face you, to discover the face with the mouth that uttered a splendor.
You weren’t serenading or speaking poetically, it was simply your voice. My body and my brain interpreted it as one of my favorite songs.
It seeped under my skin and found its way to a locked chest in which I’ve buried my emotions…
Days and days later…. coincidence revealed your face. It’s not that you have extraordinary beauty, but to me, the beauty I saw was enough.
Maybe it’s because I’m a hopeless romantic that I fall for someone so easily, or maybe it’s because of you.
I just wish that the eyes I caught staring weren’t a work of my imagination.
I wish that the reason you always sit behind me is because you want to be as close as possible or you want me to know that you exist.
I know I’m going to regret these words afterwards.
I guess part of me enjoys being fragile and exposed.
I really need to be loved. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced true love or any sort of love. That’s why I get attached so easily. To me, it’s a chance at love. The warm fuzzy feelings you get in your stomach. The smile that draws itself on your face simply by a thought. The safety you feel by merely a gaze.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I think in a poetic way. I imagine things that I know would never happen.
I’m fragile and exposed.
But at least-
I’m true…
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