If i was in love,
I'd burn my letters of freedom
To get rid of my emotions
That locks me in a cage of independence
Forcing my liberty to become a barrier between me and my desperate ego giving it all in.
If I was in love,
I'd sit over light weight branches of respect, that hangs right at the edge of the cliff of humiliation
and let it break so I could fall in it with the small leaves of my comfort disappearing into nothingness.
If I was in love,
I'd let my feet sink deep inside the puddle of insecurities,
but I'll chug a mouth full of sugar coated surprises and won't let my musings come out.
If I was in love,
I'd slit the wrist of my desires and let the blood of my longings ooze out and drain away.
I'll sit in a bathtub drenched with the red of my sincerity and clung on to the loosely taped bandage of 'pretend' letting it dig deeper into my wounds.
If i was in love,
I'd love, and forget what it is to be loved.
I'd forget all the dreams that I once dreamt of being recognised.
Perhaps I won't even try to voice out what I want,
That maybe 'I want to be loved more than I want to love'.
But if i was in love
Then I'd let myself forget it all.
-Azmii•
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In Verse
PoetryI trace verses from my portrait. A collection of poetries • by Azmii (•Image credits to the rightful owner)
