Retrogade Dissociation


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Maybe I was praying the lake reached the length of the ocean,
Asking the lamp to burn as bright as the sun,
Maybe you did give me all that you had,
And the only problem was that it wasn't enough.


Words after words you might think I read the constellations behind my scars and see by a spectacle of a broken heart and so I'm not fit to advise you. Nonetheless, even if what I'm about to say falls short and you give in to what I tell you not to, I'll fulfill my duty in informing you of where you're headed. maybe these words will guide you back, maybe they'll be your northern star....

-to be continued
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The fact that I'm still writing about you says a lot,
I still haven't found the perfect shade to paint over your memories,
I am yet to pull down the throne you set on my heart,
I am still learning to see people as they are,
And not how they could be,

Still trying not to write about you,
Whenever I see these scars.


The Grey And The Peephole

It's almost surreal to think,
Too wild to assume,
That once again I'll cherish a human,
As much as I did you.
I hear it in the tranquil grey,
My future calling for me,
But every muscle urges I stay,
And sneak a peek through the peephole,
Of how life would be,
If I throw your memories away.


For once may it be your ink's turn to bleed,
Your paper's turn to drown in words,
For once write lines and convince me,
That all of this could actually work.


Convince me.


Don't you think we're the cruelest?
Giving liberty to an infant,
To expose itself to the world,
To bruise and bleed in the name of experiment.

That's how I view a heart,
An infant,
Clueless,
In need of guidance,
Yet seen as a seer,
Given the steering wheels to lead us.

The heart is an infant,
I'm convinced it'll remain that way,
It's up to us to guide it,
Save both of us a world of pain.


I craved a home cause those four walls just weren't it,
But it was wrong to go out looking for it in you,
When the ceilings kept me company better than you did.


I don't know why at times your image shifts in my head,
Like my mind can't decide how to see you.
What were you to me,
The velvet dream that slipped through my hands,
The world I couldn't fit in,
The craftsman of my tribulations,
The villain of my story,

Or the fate I gave up on too soon?


Is it trauma or is it love,
Is it fear or a bond,
Is it toxic or a challenge,
If I'm asked,
What do I call us?


You've never given me a brief when you designed the darkness,
But I know it's your art,
And stuck inside the maze of your work,
Where I'm scared for my life,
Where every voice screams,
It'll tear me apart,
I look for you to step out of the dark,
I have the audacity to pray rescue into your arms.


A day might come with us around a table,
In the toasty air of a cafe,
For just a minute I might read the signs,
The bold and the subtle,
To give into you for just that day.

We might scorch our skins in our steamy breath,
Shedding restraints by the doormat,
You might caress me without arrest,
And reacquaint our bodies in the dead of night.

But,
There's always that little word you hate,
We just won't ever be the same.
I for one won't ever be the girl you knew,
Even my skin will be different to your touch,
Every word and every look will feel brand new,
You can reminisce how I used to be,
But I could never be as such.

The faint memories might rebel and call your name,
They might push me back to your arms
Back to the lord of all my scars,
But trust that nothing will ever be the same.
We're bound to what we did in the past.


I think I freed myself in the shadow,
Yet it's sad,
I could've bent the light rays over the paper,
Made the snowflakes rhyme,
Trapped the heat of summer,
And framed the sunset inside a jar.

But I'm confined to the corner,
In the shadows for the broken and hollow,

That's also where I met you,
Back when we were each other's tomorrow.


I wanted to look at the horizon,
The line that is freed from the past and the present,
Just a glimpse of the unknown,
Speeding on its feet of haste,
Tearing its way from the storm,
And making its way to where I await.

But look at you,
Along the foam of the sea,
That's bantering with my feet,
Along the shore's breeze,
Urging me to play,
Stealing the air I breathe,
There you are.

You slowly cloud my mind,
Pulling me back to the past,
And here I go leaving the horizon behind,
Gazing at you like the masterpiece you are.


Heed my voice dear mind,
Paint it as it was not as you wish it were,
Don't hang jewelry on the dead,
Don't wrap a silk on the horror.

Heed my voice dear heart,
I know you feel deserted by all,
But instead of thorns and blades by your side,
Isn't it safer to be alone?

Heed my voice dear me,
I've seen the scars that you have.
They don't make you a broken good, ragged and unworthy,
But beauty marks attesting you can truly love.


Don't tell me how selfish I was,
How I ran away like a coward,
How you would've done different,
And never have left my side.

But what use is it to stay by a corpse,
A ghost of my craving soul,
Limp and lifeless,
A waning echo of the girl that died?


I would've sang hymns to you,
If those sleepless nights didn't flash in my eyes,
If I didn't remember those rumbling sobs,
My voice breaking with every tear drop,
Forcing myself to believe your excuse,
If it weren't so,
I would've sang hymns to you,

I remember them all, they live on my skin,
I hold the emblem of the ruin,
I'm a faded blotch of the colors I've been,
Paying dearly for both of our sins.

It would've been nice,
To stick your name on this book,
To birth a vessel of your smile,
And write how you used to look,
When my presence set you alight.

Trust me I would've sang hymns to you,
If my wound aged with grace,
And didn't hurt anew.


What will you do for me,
Your fiery breath, my inferno,
Your touch, a labyrinth of ecstasy,
Your voice, the calmest sea,
Yet you're never hesitant to leave me alone.

What are your words for me,
Just a stranger by the road,
A fading rose,
An ash trail leading nowhere,
A mock key to your soul.


So I did it,
I danced my way back to you but at what cost?
At this point I'm drunk in the rum of my grounded pride,
I'm laying my dignity a rug as you walk by,
All that zeal to look up high is just lost.

I've lost in this terrible game,
A game I started thinking I'd win,
A game I wrote the rules for thinking you'd lose,
But how come all my pawns are in your hands,
The king and queen taken captive,
And I on my knees before you?

Nevertheless, I'm here not to keep scores,
But make sense of the play,
I'm not here to claim us right or wrong
But observe the display.
And for once in my life I raise this pen to see,
Not to stab with the edge, not to place inky blame,
These words are no longer voices of woes and misery,
But eyes too look inwards,
And ears to listen to what my soul has to say.

So I did it,
I danced my way back to you,
Now what will you do?


Who's more of a traitor to myself than I,
I'd let go of all you did for an hour of your company.
What's sadder than the tears that flew by,
That I'd deny I ever cried, for you to be with me.

And it's taking everything in me to not call,
It's almost the struggle of my life,
To stand up for all the times you left me cold,
Or cave in for you to call me mine.

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