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Melis J May 29
HIM
He covers his face
behind the leathery backpack.
His friends smile at me,
and my eyes land on him.
I wonder what his eyes look like,
hiding behind those worn, silent walls.
Is it a glimmer of love—
or thunderclouds of shame?
Is his heart racing like mine—
or crushed beneath the weight of hate?

Why would our eyes meet,
if you're not searching mine like I do?
Or is it a mirage—
a trick of love?

I can count the words we spoke,
not enough for all my fingers to bend.
Still, they feel like thousands more
than I’ve ever said before.
Melis J May 21
In a lonely tree, old and breaking,
a hornbill sat, waiting for rain.
Like a shadow, it shared the silence
that bloomed along the brittle branches.

Years passed—no drop to quench his thirst.
They told him, “Leave. The rain never finds this tree.”
But he clung still, to withered limbs,
his feathers falling with the leaves,
his eyes sunken deep with thirst.

Then, one fine day,
a drop finally kissed the cursed tree,
sliding gently through its faded leaves.

But the hornbill did not move.
He did not drink.
The years of waiting
had made him forget the rain.

And though the tree was showered
for many seasons more,
no one remained
to hold on to its branches.
Melis J May 19
A Melody lingering in the wind
astray in the little game of time.
A bend in my straightened fate,
a misfit that fits so perfectly.

A love like a paper boat,
floating to its final breath.
You kept me alive
as fate pulled my heart away.

Like a lantern—empty,
yet rising in your love's fire.
All the smiles you gave me,
I'll crave in these stones that mask you,
And turn them into flowers
for you to lie beneath.
Melis J Apr 29
The time grows,
leveling the edges of memories.
The pages where I bled,
long forgotten, like a pain unlearned.
Still the eyes burn,
from the unshed tears.
A pain buried so good,
like roots that spreads deep.
In between the beats, 
where my heart goes weak, 
it tears my soul, 
like a parasite, 
sprouts out through my chest.
Melis J Apr 24
"You thought it was love?"  
she mocked,  
as the sword deepened through his chest.  

"It was never love."  

"I knew it," he said,  
"as it was more beautiful  
than love ever can be".

Her hand wrapped around him,  
like chains of hatred,  
as her sword embraced his heart.  

He smiled,  
as the pain swallowed him.  

"I die by your sword,  
but still in your arms."
Melis J Apr 16
I never knew love could be this beautiful—
So beautiful, you smile even when it hurts.
So beautiful, you hold on, knowing all that’s left are thorns.
So beautiful, you walk right through it,
Knowing exactly how it will burn.
Melis J Apr 12
Love, like a lotus, blooms where it's least expected—
rooted in dirt, yet rising, unshaken.
Its tender petals blush a gentle pink,
still shining,
though its roots are caged in mud.
He crossed the waters,
his feet wading through the mud,
scarred by stones hidden beneath.
All for a glimpse of his beloved—
standing with a lotus in her hand,
her beauty outshining its blushing petals.
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