Category : Poems

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Once again, I am ensnared by love.

It is almost like an endless cycle of risks and gambles, of too high of hopes, of soon to be crushed fantasies.

A girl, yes, once again I am a slave to my emotions, had come across to me as just a mere acquaintance I will hold short conversations amongst.

Nothing greater, yet nothing less.

She holds 15 years on this planet, and I 17 years. But, through my optics, the slight gap of years does not bother me enough to deposit nightmares in my slumber, or the birth of fake news within my skull. 

We began engaging in conversation, and we unveiled our Old Worlds to each other. 

Her family spews hatred towards her, radiates anger, and the fingers are always pointed to her for no reason. 

I gave my opinion on such a matter, deeply frustrated that there was nothing I could do to assist.

To ease her pain, yet I feel as if I failed her.

Her stepfather, much like mine, radiates negativity. 

We unveiled our Old World lives to each other, our great minds think alike, there are many similarities between us. 

Such a beautiful girl she is, within a few days, we had let our likings for each other roam free and those emotions became the norm. 

Such a great girl she is, we freely name each "baby" at times. Such a connection is strong between us. 

Yet, even with happiness on this level once again, I have rushed the 3 words for the 2nd time. 

She admitted to the same feelings as I did, but I wish to torture myself for being subjected to the whims of love. 

Rubbing salt among the wound, there is another girl, whom I also share many similarities with, she is quite beautiful. 

With her, I navigated through her heart alongside mines with slowness and ease. She has captured 16 years of life on this planet.

I flirt with them both, and I do so with happiness and a mounting burden of sadness.

They are both gorgeous, my heart aches and cries, desperation seems to be a professional job of mine.

I cannot keep such romance with both while my heart cries for both, yet I wish not to slaughter the still healing hearts of one.

Such a issue I have binded myself in.

I lie a slave a to my love for two and subject to the whims of my heart.

Trapped I am once again.

Trapped I am.