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Skin* crawling silence, everytime we'd draw close.
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she always knew how much she could wound me, what a devilish threat she posed.
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we knew no language, but the one our eyes discovered every second, hour or day.
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how she would jaunt her way through me and take away the words I'd try to say.
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her eyes. oh, they taunted all that I ever had faith in, all that I ever believed.
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I discovered devotion in them, there was nothing more I'd wanted to achieve.
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and yet she must never know all that I want for her. all that I want us to be.
cause, the rejection would be something no painkiller would ever heal..
**- Aks, HeArt.
Oh, with your arms around my neck, my darling.
"Play with my **** & bare canvas,
Play well with my fear & fright.
Sketch me another ******, honey.
Paint me another dead body tonight."
Some day, I hope we are laying on the grass gazing up at stars and you tell me everything that has ever hurt you and why you hurt yourself. You just let it all out. You will know it's that day when you call me up & ask me to listen cause I promise to hear you out with nothing but my silence around. A day when you don't hold back your tears. When you don't mind a never-ending hug, or me holding you. A day when you keep everything inside till you see me and then let it all out at once because you know I can pick up the pieces, arrange them and let them be whole again. I hope I provide you with comfort like no one else can and that all your scars fade away. When  you can lay your head on my chest and smile or cry for whatever reasons that maybe.. All of this while still gazing at the stars.
**- Aks, Naked Emotions.
Because one of my best friends was going through a tough time.
I want to be drugged. Not by any chemical or medicine. But, by a person. Like an addiction.
I want to be assured of them never leaving.
I want to be assured of them understanding.
I want to be assured of them never taking advantage of the fact that I would reciprocate.
I want them to believe me.
I want them to trust me.
Accept me. Still love me.
I want someone to be sad when I am gone for good. Like the kind of sad that could **** a person. That is what I want.
I want them to appreciate little things.
I want them to do stuff for me.
I want them to share everything with me. Everything.
I want them to be there when I need them.
I want to give them sweet kisses in places no one's but they've seen. I want them to argue with me. For as long as it's me they're fighting with.
I want to kiss them, hold them and cherish them.
I want them to be drunk and drugged on me.
Because somehow I end up doing the same.
I want to be selfish.
I want them to bump into me someday.
I want them to exist.
I want them to be mine.
I want them.
**- Aks, //All I Want.
A night unlike another,
Just a guy, just a girl.
Medical was her dream,
Dreams that could fill the world.
She was a busy girl,
In a society that hardly cared.
Got on the wrong bus,
They sat in front, paid the fare.
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She was molested, assaulted & *****.
She was brutally murdered. So was the truth.
Thrown off on a sidewalk, not one soul waved an glance. Hardly, a person who helped. Only those who stared and looked.
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The nation was outraged, the public was on the streets.
The name was one, the girl united us.
Gave us a motive, while her mother weeped.
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That one night was more barbaric than ever,
None that the words of a writer could express.
What happened after was a movement,
About time our country finally repressed.
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Call all the politicians, call the officials.
I being a man in such a nation will not, I repeat. WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY OF THIS.
I demand justice, I demand my mother, my sister, my females friends to feel protected. I want them to rest assured whenever then step out in night, I want them to be comfortable and happy in whatever they wear. They should not be considered as objects. NO. They are what MADE you. Know that, Remember that & Respect that.
**- Aks.
Not completed.
I knew a girl who liked to draw,
She drew pictures that no one saw,
She was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom, out of sight
She kept a secret no one knew
She didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew,
Her drawings were different, no paper or pen.
But needed a bandage every now and again,
We stood by the river under the stars,
She rolled up her sleeves and showed me her scars,
She felt embarrassed and looked at her shoe,
I rolled up my sleeves and said, "I draw too".
Not mine. I found it online. Would love to know the poet.
She came, she conquered.
Thoughts of love wandered,
Was she doing it right or was she doing it wrong?
Why doesn't any love of hers last long?
for I knew the unspoken truth, I couldn't deny.
cause I was the only one, who had tasted her venomous lies.
Those succubus's eyes.
**- Aks.
Hahah, I'm not a sad soul, I swear.
But, I like it when a heartbreaker gets her/his heart broken.
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