White sugar


Countless times

I have been petrified from

Going to sleep

Because the realities that

I fear in my head

When I am awake

Are brought to life

In my dreams

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How can I leave

50 Shades of me

I got this tightness
In my chest
And it seems to worsen
With every breath

It’s like a darkness
Beneath my skin
I can feel the scars
Where it has been

I never know
When it will strike
I feel sick and
Lose my appetite

I lose sight of who
I’m supposed to be
As my anxiety
Takes over me

I wanna run from it
I don’t care where to
But how can I leave
When it wants to come too

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Life is a cycle. Love is life.

We are a world shaped as a sphere,
Almost a circle.
Life is a cycle, they also say.
They said it right.
A guy likes her
And another loves the same
And another one proposed
But to all she said No.
She didn’t feel anything
But brotherhood and friendship
But whenever it was her time
To love and to care
She tasted her own medicine
Or is it her own poison?
She was a sister,
Just a friend
To all her crushes..
To those she finally cared about
But only then would it hurt
Only then would she understand
The feeling of rejection
Of hope being demolished
Or maybe hope extended
That if she did better
She’ll be worth it
Worth his time.
And whatever happens
Life is a cycle, a circle
And there is no life without love.
And with a circle
There is no meeting point
People run after those
Those who run after different people.
And the cycle continues
Sad, right?
Tragic, love is.
Tragic and dramatic.