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muse.

I call you out on your ways of a fool’s,

yet your chuckle rings on with no bruise.

it’s my failed attempt at a ruse;

all of my friends know you still remain my muse.

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cursed.

my mind is a prison; i am no longer free

you, against my will, have fully bewitched me

cursed to forever dream about your twinkling eyes

and your lips against mine

there’s seemingly no escape

shall I seek a cure or just accept my fate ?

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afar

how funny.

this “in between” i call it.

was it ever ?

two collinear stars faced each other in their own close knit constellation,

while a lone blinking dot watched from afar.

no, not even in between,

just “afar.”

it’s me.

I am the lone star.

between.

go away.

I did not ask of you to be here.

go away.

go away.

please?

take me or leave me.

don’t you dare give me the in between.

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sick of the lovesickness.

lovesickness?

not really.

this is more sickness than it ever was love;

it is an infatuation, an obsession if you will, and one that is never halting.

i am sick of the lovesickness.

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you two

can’t think straight when I watch you two interact or simply just be.

time stops suddenly,

the background is all blurry,

heart’s wrung with envy.

why oh why never me?

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parts of you

i look at you.

i gulp.

no, I really look at you this time.

the hair she’s caressed,

the hand she’s held,

the smiles you give her,

the lips she’s kissed,

the laughs you must have shared in between,

the voice through which you confess your love,

the arms in which she was held oh so close…

you’ve given her your every part.

yet, why do I still wish that you’d hold a place for my bleeding heart?

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soon

soon the months will pass with every single thing left unsaid.

soon you’ll forget my face while yours remains etched with damn ink in my head.

soon we’ll move on to the chapters of our separate lives, forget these pages ever entwined,

and never for once realizing all our brief moments were actually timed.

soon the hands of clocks will wipe off the already blurry smears of conversations we exchanged.

soon I’ll slip off this tightrope of infatuation, upon which I stand so very unbalanced.

soon you’ll be a distant memory, one that never ceases to bring a faint smile across my lips.

soon I’ll call you my first love knowing never did you care, not even a mere glitch.

soon I’ll stop prettying up like a doll: hoping —yearning— maybe for once it’s me for whom you’d fall.

soon, rather, more likely you’ll marry her in a shiny celebration hall.

soon after the months that passed, moments that faded, the pain I’ll bear

as I recall how I would lay writing in bed, odes to you, you’ll never even hear.

.

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lingers

i can bear it.

the lingering pain

of the cut that always bleeds.

the very one that you inflict.

with certainty, i can.

at least that's what my mind speaks.

i’ll bear it.

i’ll bear it, still.

but my heart stretches its untouched arms towards you,

only to burn when realizing

the idea i wove of you isn’t even true.

i’ll bear it.

i’ll bear it, still.

The pain —just like the ringing of your laughter— lingers.

And yet, I stay here scribbling

poems about my burnt fingers.

i’ll bear it.

i’ll bear it, still.

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pail

I push a pail in the midst of the dawn’s sun; I hope maybe the sun will grant me even half of the radiance that you so easily don.

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in between.

go away.

I did not ask of you to be here.

go away.

go away.

please?

take me or leave me.

don’t you dare give me the in between.

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after hours.

i can’t stay up after hours anymore, can’t see the stars and the moon through my window no more.

i can’t stay up after hours anymore, not when thoughts of you threaten to take control of my heart’s core.

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whisper.

whisper my heart your name, and it’ll spit out lovely rhymes tangled with affection that I wound around the idea of you.

whisper my mind your name, and it’ll instead remind me of all the deadlines that I have due.