He is like those April birds,
Who await the transition to
Sweet summers after fragrant
Spring has passed through.

Birds get back to their home,
After the winters are all gone.
Likewise, he uncovers himself
Splattering smiles at the dawn.

A heartwarming presence,
A true summer baby.
His gentlemanly demeanor,
Mom's teachings maybe.

His smile shimmers as sun,
Oh, such a tulip he is!
May lord shower him
With never ending bliss.


#Aprilborns #him #fmbro

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My heart is filled up to the brim
With unending affection for you,
But every time you yelled at me,
Every time your hand rose over
My skin and your words slapped
Me harshly right over my frowns,
I bathed in nostalgia of torrid
Past traumas. Nightmares of
Red red violence, nails of abuse
Digging into my flesh too hard,
And the ghosts of grey anxiety
Returning to me once again,
Revolving around me in circles,
Their wan hands baleful to
Grab ahold of my fragile neck.
I wanted to stay, to hope for
A miracle, for you to change-
But none of my nerves have
It in them to re-live the terror.
My bones are too tattered to
Take even a spoonful more of
Unjustified disrespect, abuse
And garnet brute blood. So,
I take a leave now. To never ever
Look back, I breathe out my bye
As silently as I can, chanting peace.

#abuse #anxiety #toxiclove #her

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Hope is greed, and
Acceptance is love.
Call me mulish, bland,
But for you, dear dove,
I would hold onto hope,
Be selfish for your love.


#forhim #love #dove

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A sudden flood of emotions,
Sinking my boat ,
Of dark and inhabited existence,
Not aware of the celestial sourse,
Revolving around my harmful spectrum,
Visible to the invisible air,
Drowning in the sea,
Of dead and slaughtered flesh,
Of reminiscence to maintain,
Constancy of its inherited sovereign.


~Zikra

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There’s a weight lodged deep inside,
too heavy to drag into the light.
It gnaws from within, a quiet hunger.

I wear a smile that feels like a wound.
Tears are foreign... distant ghosts,
eyes hollowed out like graves,
that people avoid like bad omens.

My soul has burned itself to ash,
sighs slip out like dying breaths,
unprovoked, unwanted.

Self-loathing curls around my ribs;
a serpent that won't let go.

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