Revealing Pia

Allow this as practice of worship against any resentments but then it overspills

He raged forward on your cursed tongue

Fire spits unto another carelessly, truly unkind with each other

She was but anything of vengeance, unruly to how quick he has changed her ways

Both of 'em grappled the rope to their neck— bulging veins, fiery eyes

Then the goddess surpresses, unwilling to fight this endless game of absurdity

In heavy breaths, she calms and empties her core

Felt full with the void, praying to be healed and to heal

Never allowing hallowness and anger to take control

Clamoring away from the cycle of construed metaphors

Then her restlessness washed away as she cleanses

Slowly fills herself of anything but his

One becoming of an empty cup is now then followed to fill with fruits of grace and calmer tides

She will never be the storm that brews nor ever caved

It belittles her, she knows where to pace now

It aired in ventilation, it smoked to the hairs of his skin.

The smell lingers like a caress

With a suppressed groan, he thundered stomps toward my small frame.

I am but with a cheeky smile, waiting for the lunge from the raging beast.

And in a swift move, we danced in the clouds with rhythmic beating hearts.

Laughed and sang in tones just pleasant to each other

Unwittingly, she beseeched her rightful place on her dignity and let them deflower her existence into their likeness.

They hushed and berated her like that of a child.

Awed her appearance, praised greatly on her womanhood; a man's prized possession.

To be used, be of use and make use of oneself. Such a pity she succumbed to the twinkle of gold that rotten her core.

My thoughts filled as I got overwhelmed. My giddiness turned to vertigo as I sat still. Questions swirled in my head as the conversation ran out in peaked tones, I cannot even keep up nor defend what I felt by then. I was struggling to put up with what was happening, I turned to my usual ways of deafening silence. Featherbrained, my ears closed and my words dried out.

How can you find it within you a love supposed to be flourishing when doubts are trickling with every second that passed by, as if time was running out on us? I really did feel helpless, I was succumbing to letting my windows close shut. Funny how it felt like he was barely holding the handle.

I have always been confused; mindful telling where I have grown into a person catered for others But as of a recent event, I am becoming of selfishness Choosing to satiate to what comforts me best, not on what they think should better me

I struggled to back down a couple of times in the conditions to meet with a lover's appeal/gest I am but a selfish person, and it is what has become of me. I am numbed of the things told of on my choices to face my struggles with them I chose to decide, might have come out rash, but it came to be I needed to prove to myself, this is no longer of chances to better my relationships with others, even to those I would learn to love This is a path chosen toward self-enlightenment, self-growth, and self-love. But I am mindful, it might not get me to what I expected But this is what I came up with. Our love didn't have any fight to it. I guess, I can say to myself that we both lost it.

I sacrificed a great connection with a person I had the courage to love and had the pleasure to know. I may not know what this person thinks of my choices, might hate my guts even. But I can only be grateful for the short-lived romance, it is because of these memories we created where I can say it is no regret to have began and closed this chapter. I can be spiteful, if he meant it when said he can see a future with me. I do know my faults, grievances, and that I was lacking. I used to say seasons change and ours experienced the drought. I should apologize for being cold but my ego halts me and I give no excuse With unfazed demeanor, I keep this feeling in my heart gate-locked. I still don't pray, but I sought to pray to the stars, moon, sun and to everything that is endless, for him to be safe and feel cared for more than ever. In hopes that I had no effect on him, that I am just a passing wind by his hair-- strong but unfelt.

They ask if I had regrets of losing years from staying, caring, and giving in to those days of love, afflictions, happiness, and loneliness in the pit of what was “ours” abyss. I say with conviction and utterance in one breath that I have found myself with the comfort of his warm and tender language amidst the differences of our ideals, I was definitely happy.

I chose [to be] | [to keep] | [to give] | [to ache] | [to stay]--

I promise that I’ll be the man for you, that you deserve and you’re willing to be with the rest of our lives. I still hold on to our promises made by me, but because they were made with you. I hope that until I prove it to you, you’ll find your way to be happy again. Because I’m happy when you’re happy. That still haven’t changed. I love you [Nameless].

Disingenuous

Unheard

Bereft

Those were the calls on dial but sped past by the alarms of a passing vehicle, fast and unforgiving. Then she kneels because it buckled and with her weight pulling forward to make her face dirt and clay. She wails through hope and loving under the shadows of her frailty shouting in silence, "Mercy! Help me of these sins I bear! Can do no more.. Cannot be pained for long.. Lift me, I say! Do not hold me nor to touch but lift me of my miseries."

I look but past,

I hear but unsound, and