#poetrydump

we haven’t spoken in 3 years.

all i’ve known before you was abuse

all i’ve known after you has been abuse.

what is ‘the best’?

is it coming soon?

are you sure it’s not you?

i’d be okay with you being the best i receive.

i really miss you.

i shall not let your name pass my lips

but under the cover of darkness

i will mourn you

until the first rays of sun bring a new day

then you shall be left in yesterday

i hope this night never ends

Leaning against the wall, he lights up a cigarette

It staggers to life, a petite blaze against the darkened gunmetal storm

Slender wisps of smoke dance in front of his eyes, an ephemeral, hypnotic, toxic trance

That lulls him to sleep and then stings his eyes awake, warming his body while numbing his spirit

Not unlike his ex’s breath, he notes, still gulping it all in

Old habits die as hard as that cigarette burns slow

He laughs at the shitty metaphor

The ashes falls as the rain does

Its pitter-patter indistinguishable from the footfall of the crowds

who can hear you scream

as sleep puts all to bed

with the promise of tomorrow

you float amongst the stars

high in the sky

and beg the moon to hear your cries

and let you stay awhile

instead

all falls on deaf ears

as you plummet back to bed

with the whisper of tomorrow

that you wonder if that speck of dust in the corner once belonged to me

while you have conversations that feels like de javu

find a spot in this city that isn't tainted by my touch

flying through memories of our years together

do you think of me?

kissing her lips knowing there's not a spot of your body that i haven't claimed

or how your personality are things we built together,

hobbies and favourite activities

nothing existed before me

and everything did after me

in the dead of the night can you hear my voice?

parents finding nicknames for her since daughter was always mine

i hope you can't escape me

I can still feel the light, my dear Valkyrie So let me stay and finish the fight There’s still a war to be had The dew is rose-tinted, but I’ll be glad When we rid our fields of that goddamn blight Even if Fate cut their threads At least they’re not puppets anymore, but the honored dead Who drowned the hordes in a crimson sea My dear Valkyrie

Go gather the fallen; their swords shine Like torches, to guide the path of mine As I sever heads and clear a path Annihilate my foes by releasing my wrath I’ll carve out my place, so you’ll come back for me

My dear Valkyrie

I'm the captain of a ship on fire A Viking funeral, but I'm still alive This glorious vessel now my smoldering pyre Begging for Death's embrace, yet I survive Alone, on my own, adrift in a stormy sea My man-o-war keels over, destined to dive To lie on the sea bed, an eternal sleep, to be Healed of Cupid's poisoned wound, yet still drunk On that glass of grapeshot gifted by the enemy

I'm the captain of a ship aflame Staffed by the wretched likes of fear And insecurity, who play their cruel games While angels and devils both whisper in my ear "She'll never set foot upon your ship Just give up pursuit, the end is near..." It doesn't matter- The prow begins to dip My final log: Wondering if it was a sin To dare to think I'd ever kiss your ruby lips

iPhone in one hand Pumpkin Spice in the other A basic bitch strikes

Two sides of a coin Oppressors and the oppressed Both use the AK

Though it’s really rare It’s like switching on the stars When her face lights up