Category: hurt

The main reason
I ever allowed myself
to love you
was knowing that
I could never hurt you,
never ever never ever.
But I did,
in my stupidity,
I broke your trust
and I made you regret
and now, how can I ever
look at myself in the mirror
and say
I deserved to love you?
I simply can’t.




There are gaps,
so many of them
that my mind is searching
for where they came from.
It places them constantly
to my failures,
to my passions
because it fails to believe
that one person,
that I never even had
to begin with,
can leave so many potholes
in this shadowy dump
I call my heart.

© seekingmypeace

Dreams that wake me

The repercussions
of a disturbed sleep
are the dreams,
the ones you get
when you have woken once.
The thoughts that chase you
stay with you
and your dreams become
the alternate realities;
seeing your worst fears come true
and then waking up
with a sweaty forehead,
heart racing fast
is what my masochist heart
craves for ❤️

© seekingmypeace

As a person who is affected by very less things, I can’t do much when my mind and heart plot against me, except sit back and enjoy the horror show every morning.


I will disappear into this cloud of nothingness and make sure the winds turn the other way But even then I can’t guarantee you that when there will be showers some days, they would not fall on you, despite my efforts. ©seekingmypeace

I wish I could borrow your lens and see the colors my fears block away. Just once. I will fill the empty vessel till the cracks leak again; the memory of your colors fading, but remaining. Not just for once. ©seekingmypeace


I tore the pages away
that tugged at the strings of your heart
Each by each,
they took away the memories
and with it,
the sorrows of your absence.
I didn’t believe it
until I saw the pale blue veins
strike up a new flow,
the amalgamation of blue with red
and the new blood,
red, crimson, maroon.
The body feels better, it feels new
but the heart is still confused
when it skips a beat
everytime it looks at you ♥️



Trust me, darling when I say sometimes being with another can make you feel more lonely. And at night, when your fears come around, it’s really scary to see your own shadow and not recognize who it is. ©seekingmypeace