God

God

I thought that you were perfect,

Perfect for me,

And that we were a perfect combination

But now I see.

When you wronged me, I tried to look inwards to decipher,

What I had failed to do, what made me unlikeable.

But I was foolish and naive to believe that you were flawless,

And like a false icon, I clung to you for guidance.

Not a single apology was expected of you and it was my fault,

I treated you like some twisted domestic god,

So now it’s my time to accept our flaws,

And destroy the pedestal I placed you upon.

The hardest thing is feeling you everywhere.

I see your reflection in my morning coffee,

I feel your warmth in the summer breeze,

I hear your whispers in my favourite songs,

But I still can’t find you.

The familiar emptiness blooms from my chest, I'll keep crumbling until there's nothing left, Until all I am is a bittersweet memory, Maybe then, you'd think to remember me. Since the beginning I've been collecting the pieces, I've been fixing all of you, battling all of your demons, But when did you ever consider how I would feel? Inflicting damage nonchalantly, you never cared about me. I've always been here so you've never had to worry, You've never thought to hold your tongue in front of me, So don't be surprised when I leave all of you behind, When I finally make my life mine.

There's a void that dwells inside of me, It's getting so deep that's it's hard to breathe, I've tried to fill it with countless things, But none of them ever seem to succeed. False icons professing their love, Claiming they'll meet me in the skies above, Can only numb the pain for so long, When you realise that they're always gone. Their perfected code illicit response, That's meant to make me finally feel loved, And yet I listen to the computers' buzz, Realising how false my comfort was.

Hanahaki disease

Heaving, The flutter in my lungs grows each time I inhale. Choking, It's enamouring flocculence rises up my throat as my face turns pale. Coughing, Its softness caresses the inside of my mouth as its scent infatuates my senses. Spluttering, It reveals its scarlet shade from the corner of my lips, prohibiting denial-filled sentences. Gagging, The clusters of sweetness drift forward, spilling themselves onto floor. Crying, The petals have made me breathless once more. Weeping, They could make the prettiest rose ever cited. Sobbing, But they'll never flow together, because this is Unrequited.

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THE RESULTS ARE IN!

Hey guys! The time you all have been waiting for is finally here, it’s the final countdown! *tarataraaaa*

Jokes aside, I used a random number generator and 20 lucky numbers were selected! If you see your blog in this list, it means you have access to the second round, where people can vote for your blog! If you don’t, I’m really sorry. Remember this is just a game, you are still awesome and it will go better next time!

Sooooo…. *drumrolls* the 20 selected blogs are:

@justfangstvdto

@justanotherwritingblog

@indarrathepoet

@evneirophrenia

@apivorovs

@randomguywithwords

@ewvyx

@moonythemoose

@we-were-gyrffindor-divergents

@poetryandbooks-universe

@dhaarna 

@thesilentgazer

@colddesire

@inkytower

@jamalscmidt

@writerscreed

@wordslifeandthings

@writingwalkingcontradiction

@theheightofdepression

@astyze

Congrats y’all!!!! Look for my next post for the poll you can share with your friends so they can vote for you! 45 people participated to this little game and I’m overwhelmed by the love and excitement you’ve showed me, I hope you are having fun and maybe we can host this kind of things again in the future!

Good luck,

Giuls