Spellbound

Frayed sleeves
of my hoodie,
hanging off
my limp arms.

I’m just staring,
at something marvelous,
and he’s looking
back at me.

And then,
he spoke to me
and his voice
left me mesmerized.

Then he smiled,
and i was blinded
by the brightness
of that million watt beam.

It took me a while
to regain my senses,
so i could appreciate
the wonder in front of me.

I stammered,
and I stumbled,
but I managed a smile
in his direction.

What could i
be expected to do,
I was so helplessly
spellbound.

 

3:00 a.m.

it’s 3:00 a.m,
we’re fighting over chat.
There’s a movie in the background,
no heed to that.

You’re hurt,
I’m upset.
It’s all gone wrong,
my pillow is wet.

It’s one of those days,
we don’t know what to do.
I’m hoping it’ll work out,
can’t really lose you.

I’ve messed up,
you’re done with me,
But please,don’t give up,
I think it’s meant to be.

not another care in the world,
not another sound to be heard.
don’t worry about us,
there isn’t a third.

Forget those times,
there’s nothing about them.
For now, I know that
I’m losing me a gem.

You’re slowly slipping away,
into the darkness around.
There’s a confidence in you,
bold, newly found.

No, don’t go,
it’s 3:00 a.m.
but you’re the one I think of
even at 3:00 p.m.

“Get lost”,
you say.
But I’m too clingy,
And it’s already day.

It’s gone too far,
I’m ready to give up.
Sitting up in my bed,
I drink some water from my cup.

Suddenly, it’s all good,
we’re both tired,
but everything’s alright,
and now, together we’re wired.

 

Colors Like Death

Red like the blood
flowing through my veins,
Red like the hoodie
hiding me from the cold.

Orange like the sun
setting behind the trees,
Orange like the pen
scribbling in my notebook.

Yellow like the cup
holding all my pens,
Yellow like the post-its
reminding me to do stuff i won’t.

Green like the marker
lying with its cap open,
Green like the grass
rustling in the wind.

Blue like the sky
turning dark by the minute,
Blue like my hair-tie,
holding no hair at all.

Indigo like the paper cutter
opening and closing in my hand,
Indigo like the empty jar of cream
now filled with little paper cranes.

Violet like the paper crane
longing to leave my desk,
Violet like the roll of tape
sitting unused in the dispenser.

Black like the darkness
waiting for thee,
Black like the death
that’s waiting for me.

Photograph

He thought he was broken,
too torn apart to be put together.
he was done,
his was a face of a lost soul.

But, she saw him,
she saw his sad,beautiful eyes,
and his sculpted face,
so she took a shot.

He heard it,
whipped around, enraged,
he saw her standing,
the weapon in her hands.

Then, she showed him,
with a little smile,
what she held in her hand,
and he gave in.

She handed it to him,
and he wiped his eyes,
she took his hand,
and she led him through.

He couldn’t have been happier,
in that dimly lit room,
where he saw the face in his mirror,
hanging everywhere.

Grins, giggles, and grim expressions,
it all changed his soul,
her camera saved his life,
and he put up the photograph too.

The Jacket

 

A jacket.
Brown, beautiful.
his favourite,
hers too.

He wore it
every single day
except the times
when she did

She loved his feeling,
it was always there.
He found her scent
creeping into the jacket.

Then she had gone away,
and only he wore it.
She still loved that jacket,
but she couldn’t wear it.

She probably wouldn’t come back now,
yet he coldn’t ever replace her.
He still wore his favourite jacket,
but his favourite human was gone.

Keep Me

When I turn right,
I see signs of you,
Things that you loved,
Things you probably still keep.

When I turn left,
I see my own reflection,
I think you loved me,
but it hurt you to keep me.

Rescue

I’ll never stop bleeding.
There’s drops of my blood
on my pillow,on the floor,
Yet somehow I’m still alive.

They’ll let me bleed,
but there might be one
who’ll wrap me up
in his own bandages.

He’ll let his wounds bleed,
if his bandages could cover mine.
i wish someone would tell him,
“honey, please don’t do this.”

Tell him it’s a waste,
make him see that there’s no point,
in trying to save what’s already broken,
to try and rescue a lost, dead soul.

Music

Every melody i hear
makes my head throb,
And every soft voice
seems so threatening.

Nothing is the same now
because you’re gone
And with you went a bag
filled with my happiness.

All the music is gone,
every sound a noise,
And nothing anyone does
can change that now.

No sound can be heard
with my head underwater,
In a bathtub filled to the brim,
that’s where I’ll lie.

Bleed

You made me bleed.
Ripped out my heart,
shred it to bits,
left it, left me.

You made me bleed,
through the deep cuts
that you made
inside of me.

You made me bleed,
and now I’m dying
on the inside,
but you wouldn’t know.

You made me bleed
you broke me, and now
no stitches or staples
can ever put me back together.

Dark

I shut the door,
didn’t want to turn on the lights,
didn’t want to take another step,
didn’t want to move an inch.

I wanted nothing more
than a shoulder to cry on,
than a hand to steady me,
than a pair of arms to embrace me.

Now I just want to sit
and cry until I can’t anymore,
and lie until I can’t get up,
and die until I’m just a body.

I thought we could be us,
until I realised that the dark wasn’t momentary,
until I knew I couldn’t anymore,
until I saw you give up.

And all I have now,
is a dark room,
where I’m alone
with my dark thoughts.