Delusion

Innocence Lost

My heart clenches as if it can still feel

Can still discern what's right, what's real

But I know better, it was torn

The day it fell for you, I was reborn

I can still feel the phantom beating

I can still hear the echoes of footsteps receding

The day it fell for you, I was reborn

That was the last day in my sleeve, it was worn.

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sorry

My words might be beautiful, but they are empty

Devoid of soul, devoid of feelings, a low hanging fantasy

I use it as traps, trying to catch strangers' hearts

Trying to cram those pieces into my chest, hoping mine would start

My hands are so red, I have crossed too many lines

Does my guilt absolves me? Do I still have the right to call this pain mine?

As my self-made ghosts roam around this false cemetery,

As my body sinks with the weight of the burden I chose to carry,

Can I still forgive myself before this imaginary coffin turns real?

For all the wounds I've inflicted, for all the wounds I never learned to heal.

Guest

I've swallowed my pride and spat my feelings out

Told you things no one cares to know about

You knocked down my walls and I stripped my armor

Opened the windows, welcomed you to my doors

We were happy, explored the rooms together

Built new ones, through the gardens we wander

Yet as I offer you a permanent place, you refuse

You're my story but I'm not your muse

Told me you were only having fun and passing through

A temporary shelter, until you find someplace better suited for you.

What I Hate Most

Often I wonder if I'll ever hear your voice again

'Cause I can no longer remember its sound, its tone

I can only feel the warmth it brings when it rains

The way it made my heart skips, the way it chilled my bones

I wonder if you still laugh the same

If my soul, your singing can still tame

'Cause all I have now is a dusty memory

One that's leaving me, leaving me slowly

So here I am, still hoping against it all

That you'll one day give me call

That once again, I'll feel that honey dripping in my ears

Just so I can be reminded, there's someone real behind these tears.

Disillusioned

Looking back, I thought you might have seen the good in me

And you tried to bring it out so I could also see

But that was only a flicker, something that flared your hopes up

And I knew that, so I asked you to stop

I'm broken that time and I couldn't trust anybody

Yet you insisted that it'll not be bad as I thought it would be

And for a bit of time, it seems okay

Until I can no more keep my demons in bay

I turned out to be a monster and you saw it

I punished you for the past I was burden with

I got you confused on with the truths and the lies

Having enough, you flee and bid me goodbye

And still, I wish I hadn't let you see,

That there's still good left in me

Maybe then, you wouldn't keep your hopes up

Saving us the time and pain, if you have stopped.

I've learned to love darkness as if it is light

Learned not to chase what eluded my sight

So before you try and make me feel okay

Be reminded that I prefer the stillness of night than the buzzing of day

I've learned to enjoy the battles, the wounds, the scars

The monster, the demons, the way they are

We clash, we fight for this body, this mind

But their company, I can never leave behind.

Poetry

Farewell

The moon-

That was the last thing I remember

We were staring at it

Like it was the most beautiful thing ever

Then a hug

For that was the last time we'll see each other

I wish I have stayed

On that warm night of November.