Crush This

Days pass by as if they were clouds in the sky

First, strolling smoothly; then, gone in a blink of an eye

I am still stuck on that one day six months ago,

The day the show ended, the day you let me go.

They say that time can heal all the pain I feel

But even if overdose was possible, I’d cry in ache still.

Time made love a cancer, a danger, a gripping anger,

A kiss to my wretched fate, a toast as my despair linger

Crush this heart for ever beating for you,

Burn this mind for never stopping to think of you,

If it was just true that we can stop our own agony

Then could this ordeal be my heart’s self-treachery?

I still do weep the tears that only my pillow serves witness

I still do look for you in my lone moments of distress

It’s hatred. It’s hopelessness. It’s haplessness. It’s true.

For both of us, crush this heart for ever beating for you.

Ok. Move on.

Now Playing: Long Gone and Moved On - The Script

Cheers. F**k you. :)))

To your mouth that had told me nothing but lies.

To your smile whose teeth arrangement I despise.

To your dimples so deep, I want to see it bleed.

Fuck you all. Fuck you indeed.

To your Facebook posts that belongs to your diary.

To your body that belongs to the piggery.

To your lies that intend to make me look stupid.

Fuck you all. Fuck you indeed.

To your apologies and the sins you repeat

To your accent that sounded like a frustrated Brit

To your bragging stories that no one actually needs

Fuck you all. Fuck you indeed.

So who cares about your cars and hectares of land?

Did we ask about your girlfriend or trip to Thailand?

So you say you are pretty; vanity is your greed.

Fuck you all. Fuck you indeed.

To your irritating voice that penetrates my room,

To your annoying noise when my needed silence looms

I want to keep you out. I want to lock the door.

Fuck you indeed. Fuck you more.

To how you make appear yourself the victim,

To your face that has proven your excessive esteem,

To the crying stunts you frame to make yourself adored,

Fuck you indeed. Fuck you more.

To your fake friendship at every examination,

To your hidden loyalty to my opposition,

To your quest to have my private life explored,

Fuck you indeed. Fuck you more.

To the futile hours that you have made me wait

To how you shamelessly steal and eat my chocolate

To the trash you made out of our friendship before,

Fuck you indeed. Fuck you more.

To your conversion of my secrets to headlines,

To your endless plagiarism of my lines,

For having me done this poem and piss myself more,

Fuck you indeed. Fuck you more.

Third in a series of hate poems.

Sorry.

Conspiracy

A pot of gold amidst desolation,

A welcoming arm in my frustration,

An irresistible offer of rare delicacies:

Yes, this could be one of his conspiracies!

His words have shown you paradise,

Only to discover that it’s an island full of lies.

His promises have spawned your fantasies,

All of which ended in bitter tragedies.

He takes you to the middle of the sea,

With a vow of everlasting company,

Now you see yourself, alone, adrift,

Conspiracies have taken your life so swift.

Ecstasy was his voice, heroin was his smile,

You were addicted, deranged, deceived and beguiled.

After everything he has done, there you sit in isolation

Where’s that pot of gold amidst your desolation?

Second in a series of hate poems.

Irrelevance

To the wind that I share my bed with.

To the empty expanse that I have my meals with.

For giving me the irrelevance I don’t deserve

I have equal irrelevance for you reserved.

When the glass empties its contents

That’s the only time it approaches water.

When is the only time to repent?

When one has become a sinner.

You take time to be with other persons

And avoid me as much as possible

For nearing me is always the last option

For you think my effort is always available.

To you who approaches me only when in need,

To you who is already consumed by greed,

Your sins have ran out of forgiveness

Your fake smile is no longer my happiness.

This heart knows when one abuse has been enough.

This mind is no slave of anyone.

Someone may stay hurt for a minute and be tough;

But no one can stay forever a martyr for someone.

To the wind that I share my bed with.

To the empty expanse that I have my meals with.

I have equal irrelevance for you reserved.

I have irrelevance that you deserve.

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