obscureman

[obscureman]

SCARS

I still gaze at those scars which you don't remember 

maybe you do but mostly as scars of victory or desires.

Those scars which are invisible to your holy eyes 

but remain branded to my skin like a serial number tattooed to a guilt-free jew.

How that estranged vicinity of yours slowly turned in an unsettling way

More like a glint of perversion.

Slowly trying to lure me into those red heart keychains and fancy earrings.

Felt something touch me that didn't belong to me,

skin and hands that I was never familiar with.

Could feel every inch of my skin being exploited so easily.

I was helpless. 

Tried screaming but my mouth was numb

that childlike innocence in my eyes still didn't stop you 

I removed your hand and ran home 

Hurried before they get deeper, the scars they get deeper into my skin

drew a boundary outside my home 

And swore to not let the beast in you let me cross that again.

Tears in my eyes

Agonizing pain in my heart

Sat under the shower in a hope that the elixir of life would wash away the sins caused by your holy eyes and pious hands.

"why me?"

"Why am I the victim of such cruelty of yours?"

"Was it the karma paying back and in such a form?".

These questions still resonate along with the annoying voices in my mind

and still took every path to find my answers and still trying to.

Hopefully, the serial number tattooed doesn't exceed more than one.

[obscureman]

WITHERED

Plucked two flowers

from the plant, we both grew,

here you go the flawless one

Let me keep the withered one for myself.

Maybe this flower would attain the void

which I failed to.

Withered flower

dry and scorched

without water

maybe kept it for the other.

Flawed lover

I know

I couldn't love you enough

how could I be perfect

when all the love I have 

has already been sold in parts.

I ain't withering away 

petal by petal

for no reason.

Still counting on you

even though I see you 

leaving away slowly 

someday when you depart peacefully

you would see all of it I didn't take.

[obscureman]

I am a broken abandoned house, lying in the solitary indulged ground, surrounded by a compound wall, filled with pinpointed glass pieces of your idiocy overall cemented on the surface of my skin confined within, burning with agonizing pain. With a board hanging around my neck like a noose "trespassers not allowed". Yes, you not allowed wincing those pointed edges with shame won't help just can't take your refits anymore.