NOT A LOVE STORY
kamilia affendy
If I’ve fallen in love with you,
I would like to apologise
for you are the victim of my starvation,
a romanticised idea in a fictional fantasy
dancing on the ceiling
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as I reach up and slip,
failing and falling
into abysmal nothings
begging to belong,
to return on a net
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but I fall and float
in an empty claustrophobic void,
the wind howls and it’s so cold,
I prayed for a coat.
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Watching reruns of your favourite movie ,
on a burning couch
in this house made of sticks
filled with shells of lost ghosts.
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I bang on its heavy iron door
screaming for a way out,
but my throat is red and dry
so I sit in defeat,
as loneliness drapes a blanket over me
and I starve again and again and again.
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THE HUMAN CORE
A poem reduced to a quote.
How devastating it is
for a carefully crafted piece of art
to be ripped apart and disemboweled
stripped down to its core.
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How dare we deprecate and exploit
of what we define as value?
Who are we to narrow one’s path of destiny?
Are we soulless superficial creatures
to refuse to see such blazing fire that resides within us,
to be ignorant of such oceanic depth?
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For it is delightful
to be seen for what’s beneath,
to be understood beyond the brutality,
to be relieved and recognised by a stranger.
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Oh how beautiful it is
to be ripped apart and disemboweled
stripped down for your core, for your heart.
Hi I’m Kamilia, an aspiring writer and hopefully future psychologist!! I deeply enjoy writing about the human condition, and well, myself. I write out of the mortifying need to be understood without being known. In spite of that, I have zero writing background except secondary school literature so I truly am just raw dogging this writing gig lol. I do hope my writing reaches everyone who have understood the painful exigency to pick up a pen to survive.