His Fairytale (Poem #32)

You fed your girl the poisonous fruit
through I love yous, and I do toos

You handed the poisonous apple yourself
when you placed her on the shelf
so you could chase other girls

You alone should be blamed
when the poison kicked in
when it numbed her heart
and erased all the traces
of where love has been

You were there
as she fell miserably
after taking in
all the lies you’ve given her
so you knelt
and did what a mighty prince charming should do

But how could you forget
that you poisoned her yourself
reality check: with what you did,
the antidote would never be your lips
with all the lies you spilled
how could you expect
that she’d be awakened by your kiss?

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Eva Harmoni

There was one night when the rain poured so hard, and i didn't want it to stop. Weird, because i was afraid and amused by the sound of the rain and thunder. The sound of it made me less alone that night. The next day i woke up to find my collection of journals soaked. I keep it near the window to make sure no one could read it. The writings can still be read but i was devastated by the damage. I wanted it preserved but i don't want it published. Still amused by the rain but afraid of the wrath it could bring to my journals, i created this blog.

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