collection of poems

cross my heart (hope to die)

open my chest and cross my heart with a double-edged sword; if love is a rose with thorns, pluck them out, i dare say i will love you still. you make rivers run red with the blood of vengeance, while my all violence is towards my love. i am fortune's fool: in vain she plays with me. you're like a rope around the neck of an intoxicated man: when he's reeling, you have him in your power. you're the iron cage in which i take a bird i will not keep. my heart is a castle where your charms would keep forever, and you bring me to besiege it with the artillery of your tongue. how i wish that the sun were never to rise upon me. i'd stay in the dungeon of my heart, where i am safe. i have a key that opens it, and you are the wretch that fits it in the lock.

love is the blade

love is the blade that cuts the skin and opens wounds, violating the soul. i've seen the bottom of this pit and a thought of escaping would never cross the mind. i am bound to the flame, my heart a vessel of pain. you are the fire in my veins that can burn a thousand cities. the final nail in the coffin stabbed me in the head; with no one to listen to the final precious heartbeats. so i shall drown, in the sea of love, and my heart will be crushed under the weight of your hatred. chewed pills and broken glass, the poison apple of despair. the tides pull me in as ocean water fills my lungs, as i sink beneath the waves. this isn’t the end, it’s merely the beginning of the end.

bewitched & fragile

why must you entice me and play with my fragile heart so? beautiful tragedies have never made me want to love someone as more as you. i want to drown out the sound of my own thoughts with the crashing waves, so i won't be plagued with this cursed anguish anymore. i want to fall into the depths of oblivion and sleep for a thousand years. but this is a selfish wish, as i would not wish to sleep forever with this pain in my chest. i will accept my fate, for to be without you is far worse than death itself. you have bewitched me with your charms and never once have i thought of finding a cure for this curse you have set upon me.

cold sweat

my eyes are sealed shut with longing, so that none may see, lest they be filled with tears. it's heart-rending, this unending ache; it's maddening, this unceasing pain. how can tragedy be so beautiful? how can hope be so tantalizing? and the world, this vile and empty place, is this the fate that awaits me? i cannot think such thoughts without breaking into a cold sweat. illusions keep me from being utterly miserable in this disastrous world, but even these cannot comfort me now.