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Sense of self worth

I put off work

for tomorrows that won't come.

I kill time

as i watch the days burn.

I brush my hair and

stare off the distance

dilating pupils

till it's a cloudy vision.

I put my price

on horcruxes that

give me a fleeting

sense of self worth.

I want to lose myself

in starry eyes that love me

instead I drown

in treacherous self pity.

I travel wonderlands

down the rabbit hole

and bet on folklores

as if they'd change my course.

I'm the dog at my door.

My barricades

don't let my virtues

meet their fate.

My restless feet

echo down the hall

in circles,

going nowhere at all.

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Fluctuating entropies

With you, I'll never be sure.

Float in and out

like a ghost.

You could bring me stardust,

a stable home, real hardwood floor

and I'll still have one foot out the door.

Of all that we could be,

Instead we are -

Conversations hanging by a thread,

Self sabotage,

always in pursuit of something else.

Beyond the niceties,

and the thought of me

What do you see?

We're just tiny specks of dust

defying gravity.

Fluctuating entropies.

Save yourself,

you don't have to save me.

If I could steer the wheels of time,

I'd tell you -

'Spend your love,

only on the one's willing to receive'.

I'm really sorry,

it came to hunting castles

in the air

tossing copper coins,

till there's nothing

left to spare.

While it's all just a matter of time

without me, you'll be fine.

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THE SIGNS

Something about love does not feel right with

you.

Like it's just an envelope with no letter.

The bathroom tap leaks, the front door creaks,

there ain't no cash in the locker and you don't fix nothin'.

It's always me.

Your shifting gaze reminds me of him, the one I

never turned into. God forbid.

Something about love does not feel right with you.

Ridicule me with ' You ain't nothing like Aunt

Nikita's daughter '

'Always blue poetry, untimely temper , society's

nemesis,

wild mad woman, blindfolds of philosophy, you'll

die lonely.'

Something about love does not feel right with you

I don't like me, I don't like what you make me

In or around your company.

Trust is doubtful to you. I try but

something about love does not feel right with

you.

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FUCK ALL THIS GRACE

Baby when you shatter

like shapeless tiny mica

like melted ice

water on the floor

Sad piano instrumentals

into 7 minor notes

and all the world can't justify

what it's like

to be your little broken heart.

You can't help it

you dissolve in your thoughts

all at once. You're everything and nothing.

All the crickets chirp and you can't let out

a word.

You make all these friends,

host all these parties

and love them

till you can't tolerate any of them

and you're tired of yourself

You're sick of love and life

and how you've to pick yourself up

every damn time.

And smile. I hate to smile.

I just want to scream and cry.

Fuck this grace. This sequined dress.

Stop doing the best i can and

just for once if i could

not be myself. Just anything else.

Maybe feel less.Know less. Care less. Think less.

And do more. whatever the hell i want.

Throw a tantrum. Run naked and never hit the

brakes. Jump out of my body into the ocean. And

keep on whining till I'm dead.

And not pretend that it's all okay.

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OVER NOW

Left my hometown yesterday.

Here in busy cities,

amongst the boulevardier

I'm too scared to be myself.

I know timing is everything

and nothing's so concrete.

As I was walking down the street,

Two lanes left

there's a corner cafe

with a sadistic sunset view.

It reminds me of our barbarous dalliance,

peeking through the horizons

always a half, never a whole.

How do i begin again

with stains of you?

How do i write my story

with nothing new?

Every billboard screams your name

highlight reels repeat your face

and smoke signals

patterned 'I hate you.'

You haunt me like the ghost

of my damnation

and I cut off your thought

amidst wishful conversations.

Cotton clouds and pollen

and a million little wishes

float across cerulean august skies.

I bury the skeletons of our calamitous crimes.

Our ashes are a witness to my eyes.

I stand there with tinted cheeks,

forlorn and love bound

as I brush off the dust

and watch it settle down.

I whisper to myself 'It's all over now'.

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