Futile search

I search I search 

For pieces of me that I’ve left 

In places and people that brought me no good

Where promises of love were only falsehood.

I search I search

For the girl who believed in fairy tales

Who saw the good in people, to no avail. 

I search I search 

For the goodness of her heart 

However, for her sanity to remain, her humanity had to depart.

I search I search 

For her share of love, 

Little did I know, love wasn’t written in her destiny, by the Gods above. 

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Devastation

Devastation

Not just furious flames,

but a tiny spark is enough

to burn your world down.

Not just violent winds

even a soft breeze

can make you shiver.

Not just weapons,

words can tear you apart too.

Not just words,

silence can hurt your heart too.

Not just the ocean,

sorrow can drown you too.

Not just poison,

your thoughts can kill you too.

Not just the monsters under the bed,

but the ones in your head, can haunt you too.

Not just an apocalypse,

but sometimes love, is enough for destruction too.

Not just hate,

but apathy can be devastating too.

 

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I cling, I cling

Cling

In this river of solitude

Where happiness continues to elude

I cling, I cling to traces of bliss

As I reminisce about a smile playing on his lips.

When someone walks by that reminds me of him,

I try to avert my gaze, I can’t let him win.

But deep down I cling, I cling to the sensations

Trying to remember the texture of his skin.

When the pain is too much to bear,

I pretend to not care

But deep down I cling, I cling,

to memories of what we used to be.

What reminds me of you

Hello there! This is my first entry for the Monday Morning Melts prompt.

This week’s prompt was –

PROMPT: The Script – Never Seen Anything “Quite Like You”

When it’s right it’s more than right
Cause you feel it more than feel
I could take this moment now
Right into the grave with me

 

 

One winter evening, I saw a snowflake fall

Memories of you came rushing back,

first a few, then all.

The almost half-dimple on your cheek

Your smile that made my knees go weak.

The way your hair looked brown

only in the sunlight

The way your eyes sparkled with light

The way you brushed away your hair,

There was something about you, just this air.

The snowflake was unique, nothing like another

But just like you, I knew I’d never see it again

after a change in weather.

 

 

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The Holidays

As the white snow covered the ground underneath,

The weight of memories comes crashing down,

I find it hard to breathe.

The twinkling lights were too bright,

But the darkness dominated the night.

The warmth of the coco

could not warm your cold heart,

Even my love’s passion failed to do its part.

You murmur as you shove aside the mistletoe,

‘A kiss can make you fall in love,

And I have no emotions, don’t  you know?’

As the laughter fills the air,

There is only one thing for which I care.

To hold you tight once again,

Ah! The holidays bring too much pain.

 

 

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Regrets

Discover

Crumpled pieces of paper

lie in the corner,

Poetry I wrote for you,

What a waste, if only I knew.

What’s worse is my crumpled heart,

Broken promises and a friendship that fell apart.

As I burnt myself in love’s destructive fire,

Consumed by pain, longing, and desire

You whiled away in your palace of apathy,

The notion that you had human emotions, was a fallacy.

The heart-wrenching pain has finally subsided

A dull ache remains, of a love unrequited.

The butterflies I got on seeing you, have finally died

Darling, finally I’ve discovered, love, will never suffice.

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Colourful memories

Elicit

Scarlet cheeks at the mention of your name,

Your gray eyes, just like clouds filled with rain.

Dazzling white smile, when you are near,

Without you, black nights filled with fear.

Vibrant blue the color of your shirt that day, and the waves

On the beach, where we walked on the soft brown sand.

The colorless tears that wet my pillow

Just a list of colors, and the emotions they elicit,

Some memories heart warming, some I’d rather never revisit.

 

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