They say: Bravo!

You've such a way

Of weaving words

Fictional fantasies

Intricate fallacies

That we believe

A skillful wordsmith

You scribble lies

That make us feel

As if love is real

You paint a world

Extravagant…

Nonexistent...

Unreal…

And somehow

We can't evade

Its keen appeal

Dear author

Well deserved

Bravo!

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Unworthy ‘Bravo’

If only they know

The painful truth

Is not for show

I write because

I need a purpose

For days awoken

My chest is hollow

Meaningful words

No longer spoken

A silent language

Is all I have left

From years of talking

Without your eyes

Without your light

Without your love

I'm but a shadow

Of night unbroken

I write because

I am afraid…

To lose my words

To lose my mind

To lose you again

And be forsaken