Sam

If you see me today
I am afraid you won’t recognise me
Damn, I can’t recognise myself
The mirror feels like a betrayal
Or is it my mind?
I can’t find the light in my eyes
I don’t know the lips I see
Where is the sunshine making me glow
Where are the moonbeams that made me me?
The darkness I see is so unknown,

I am afraid I don’t recognise me.

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You left me on seen

I could see that dot green

You were online

You ignored me that’s fine

Darling, I’ll keep this in mind

And when you text next week

I’ll play it in rewind

I too will take my sweet time

At least that’s what I think…

Damn you heart!

Don’t you see? He left me on seen.

Stop beating for him!

Will you?

Oh please!

Get out!

Let me live.

HE LEFT ME ON SEEN.

No, don’t. Don’t. Don’t message him.

Holy crap; you did it.

It’s a nightmare, not a dream.

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And one day it happened;

Out of nowhere, you stopped loving me.

It wasn’t gradual, or was it?

Now that I think of it;

I know not.

They say you’ll remember

But what they don’t say is;

You don’t remember it the way it was.

You just remember the version you’ve told yourself is true.

And that’s how the stale tales of love happen.

It’s just our versions that fog our memories & create something new.

But again, how did you get there?

How did you stop loving me?

Was it as sudden as I thought it was or was it gradual and only I didn’t know?

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Somedays I feel like I’ve forgotten how to smile;
Trapped in a box, I don’t know how to walk a mile.

Other days I laugh, I shout and I dance
I remind myself I must live fully, and in this moment is my chance.

What can I say;
I blame it on time.

It will probably get better only with more time.
Till then let's live one day at a time.

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Standards and normals;

Things taken for granted.

Expectations and such.

The darkness, that’s planted.

Some of it; comes from a deep dark space;

A space where no lamp burns

A space that refuses to tell you;

What it is.

Why it is.

It just is.

The origin of all the poison.

And it’ll stay no matter what you do.

Because, there’s nowhere else for it to go.

It might sometimes be hidden in the bright lights

All bright places end in one dark space

And that is this;

This is that.

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