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Your broken pieces

Parts that misses

Every parts of me

Always want to see

Swiftly moving into mine

Fitting the pieces that don't belong

Intertwining itself like a vine

Adding notes to the broken song

The parts of you

Are now parts of me

Just cause you weren't able to see

Where they should truly be

And as you say goodbye

They all slowly die

Contaminating my own pieces

Spreading death kisses

Ode to You

Eye see you
Your eyes, so blue
Doors to your soul
My love, my dole
Eye see you
Your lips with rue
Lips little parted
How our memories started
Eyes that have seen me
Lips that have tasted me.

Eye see you
Your rugged hairdo
A beautiful disaster
My love's nest safer
Eye see you
Your eyebrows beautifully in skew
Crooked when in confusion
Jolts up in recognition
Hair that have nested me
Eyebrows which never judged me. 

Eye see you
The sweetest adieu
Most beautiful haiku
Sonnet that I've always knew
Eye see you
My sweet, my beau
Darling who stayed through
Sweetheart who stayed true
Adieu which never said goodbye
Beau which never met the eye.

Eye 
See 
You
I
Free
You
Blue
Rue
Adieu
Beau.

Additional Broken Scene

Your Brand of Car Bomb

A pint of your brand of whiskey

Floated on top of your brand of cream, lately

Dropped on your brand of stout shouting "Save Me"

In just a while, you're ready

Tasted like milkshake, what a sweet treat

Didn't mind the alcohol intoxication, bittersweet

As I consume the drink, and the drink consumes me

My favourite brand of car bomb is the mixture of thee. 

Broken Scene

My Type of Men

My type of men

Are the ones who tests my temper

Making me lose my cool

Making me better

My type of men

Are the ones who are harsh yet sweet

Making me realize my flaws

Yet sweeping me off my feet

My type of men 

Are the ones who are true

Showing me their scars

Beautiful things they do

My type of men

Are the ones I can't control

Being stubborn like me

Having the same opaque soul

My type of men

Are the ones I can't reach

Me being a bad ass

It's the lesson they teach

My type of men 

Are weird guys like you

My type of men

Are my types of you. 

Another Broken Scene

Months have passed

Feelings unmasked

Poems shared

Pain spared

Memories made

Under the night shade

Forgotten who we were

Each day passed in blur

Stolen glances

Chasing chances 

Hidden smiles

Running for miles

My friend, I've missed you

Agus thaitin liom tu

A Letter from Artemis

i don't love you as much as i did

you were very real

at one point, my achilles heel 

my own brand of coffee to brew

the one to whom i say i love you

at one point, my achilles heel

hugs and kisses, we used as a seal

love letters and chocolates- ripped and rotten

our usual spot that you've forgotten

the eyes that showed truth and beauty

the very same eyes which tamed and blinded me

at one point, my achilles heel

i actually thought, you, we, were real

lately, it has been sailing rough

but hugs, kisses, and promises are enough

this feeling, i must kill

at one point, my achilles heel

Reasons Why I Love You

She smiled sheepishly. 

"Don't make me fall in love with you."

He asked why.

She smirked.

"Because I will make you want me too. So bad, too bad. I will bring you to every corner of my world that you can never go back without tasting my blood on your lips. I will make you want me that you'll die. I will destroy you in every way possible. I will destroy every piece of you and make them a piece of me. You wouldn't want to leave me. And when I leave you, you'll realize why storms are named after people." 

He smiled bitterly.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take. If that will be the cost of wanting you, then so be it. I would love to remember the taste of your lips in every part of the world. I would want you, but not die. Because me wanting you is the start of me living life. Yes, destroy me and make me a part of you. I would gladly break myself for you for the pieces will be with you. Yes, leave me, I'm okay with it. But I'll make sure that every time you leave, you'll come back, because you know that you took a part of me. And when that time comes, you'll realize why Pandora regretted opening the box."