Your love

Rushing through my arteries and veins
Purified every single moment-
Your love seemed new
And I just couldn’t get enough of not only it but you

With every heart beat

Out came not just blood but love

Which flown within the corridors of my heart

Into the pool of my brains

And depth of my thoughts

 

I thought you
I pumped you
I lived you

And within me-
Within me you found not just a house but a home
That welcomed every heart- ache and pain
Every bunch of dark, dry and dreaded roses
Roses that had the scent of agony
And drank from melancholy…
Within me, your bitter threaded lies found refuge
Yet, I continued to give you all of me

 

You served me strain for breakfast
Pain for lunch
And hatred for supper
However, your love was what I believed elevated up, down and round within me
Sad enough…
True love, which I should have kept in my possession,
For someone much more worth it
Is what left with every tear drop that I wiped away as I wept

 

For you defined love as pain
You defined love as something with no gain
You made it look as beauty’s fool as the dead doomed daisies

Congratulations!!

For cracking my soft shell and head straight for the core
Where you took your precious time to plant a bomb
That BoOmM!!! Destroyed me inside out…
And left me shattered, and stored in the scrap yard
Labelled “ beyond repair!”

MalieZ

Hit by a wave of panic
I dredge up every ounce of courage
Attempt to retrieve tranquility
Try to slog up that smile and look strong
But I remember:
When time demolishes and flesh erodes from bones
Every organ in me shall stand naked and exposed
So what's the pretence for anyway?
Here goes...

... My heart beats in 3 different tunes
Each for the syllable of your name
Bouncing hard against my chest with regard to the impulse you conjured
But as long as it still beats... Then I'm too alive to worry about what you made me go through
I stand firm and proud enough to continue the story to be read in the absence of my presence
The story of my remembrance
For I do not want to be classified as the destitute child who died of discouragement
Whose parents she left to live in embarrassment of her deafened ears' deeds
But to be an icon of reference
To be spoken of as the girl who lived her dreams and not die in contempt wonders
The one whom everyone's eyes crucify at the back of their brains as a paragon of perseverance all due to the fountain of misery you left open in her
See...
Your attempts of blowing my castle into ashes simply increases the length of my arbitrary scroll
I'd hate you if you didn't put much pressure on me
Because it does more than just to elevate my demur
And paints a portrait of me as not just the victim but the victor
So_
For all you've served me, thank you
For all you are still to serve... It's a not such a delicious meal, but " bitter to the tongue, sweet to the stomach" _ thank you in advance

MalieZ