I fought my demons for far too long;
I was tired and decided to give in then,
And while I didn’t know what to do
We agreed that we could be friends.
I am not scared of them anymore
We walk together hand in hand
I let them do what they want
I might let them do it till the end.

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They say leave a legacy.

Something people can remember you by,

Do it before you say goodbye.

Maybe it’s a thing

They think leaving something behind is cool

To me, it feels like a thought of a fool

Yes, legacy might live a few years

Maybe 100, 1000 or a million

But in the larger scheme of the universe

Every form of legacy will die

The earth will start over

And then, there would be nothing.

Instead, just live for today.

Work, love, play and forget about leaving anything behind.

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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.


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?