Memories

Stand next to me,
but don't stay long.
You'll say you're right next to me,
There for me.
When you're anything but that,
To set those memories free,
that hide under your skin.
Failing to come back to me.

But they are my own
you're playing
your nasty game with.
Caught them, trapped them,
Called them your own;
When you knew the truth
Yet pretended to act unknown.

End your game
you play from my lack.
These memories you're playing with,
I want them back.

Asphyxiated

My panting lungs cant breathe,
this air thats so intoxicated.
You've punctured my lungs,
letting me die,
Ashyxiated.

In search of fresh air,
Trying hard to recover
from this asthma attack,
that has drawn my end,
Even Closer.

I'm no more living on my pills,
that sedate me to my desirable
Sound Sleep.

In need of a drug,
to save the soul that's drowning
Down Deep.

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Based on exactly how I was feeling last night.. :P

Piece of Origami

Folded in the creases,
Painted in the blank spaces,
Make something out of me.
Let your imagination soar in the air,
Free.

I'm your piece of origami,
Surrendering to your will.
Dependant on your mind,
that'll bring out the best in me.

Build something on grounds of truth.
Erase the lies that were meant for me.
But dont be too hard.
You'll tear me apart.
Ignore the lies that lie down deep,
that can't be erased,
Were never meant to be.

Standing high on your bookshelf,
beautifully dressed.
I'm your piece of origami,
Creatively expressed.

Surrendered to your will,
Depending on your creativity.
I'm your piece of origami.
I'll be what you want me to be.

Hypochondriac

You swear words at me,
You wont take back.
Run away from me,
You've changed your track.
Pass glares at me.
Sneer at my lack.
But I can help but smile,
I'm your sweet li'l hypochondriac.

Loving every pain you give me,
Collecting every tear I've ever wept.
Taking them in my arms,
I wont let go.
There's no sufference,
not that I know of,
that can't be mine,
When pain is all I define myself with;
When pain makes me feel strangely fine.

Considering this nausea taking over me,
Feeling:
This is the way I'm meant to be.
And I'm happy,
to be the way I've been.
Not a moment spent in anxiety,
Imagining things that make me believe,
I'm surviving this persistent heart-attack.
I'm your sweet li'l hypochondriac.

Words

I know that maybe words are never enough,
to make you feel.
But words are all I have,
to make you see ,
make you believe,
You are what you mean to me.

I truly define myself by all those words you'd laid.
And only words can express the bond we'd made.
Only words are what I have to say.
That concrete definition ofwhat we should be,
I feel the same way.

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Based on what I've felt about a certain concrete definition and how I can truly define myself by those words. :) Enjoy!!