Poetry In Motion

S*X DOLL

I can't say I love you though I wish I could,
I could have loved you, and trust me I did not choose not to, I just failed to, I tried but I couldn't, what means love to me is not what it means to you, or atleast not anymore it's not,
What i did was just to see you as a s*x doll though we were never intimate at all, what I saw was just what I stand to gain from our relation and I gained nothing in the end.
[ ] My s*x doll, I see life full of hope in your eyes, I see something that once sparkled in me, not anymore, and I thought you were that part that again could spark me on, I was wrong partially, because partially I was right, I was full of life when with you as you fed me with love and I would smile but yet I fed you with lies and preyed you with lustful eyes, that's not who I am, never was and never will be, maybe that's why I decided to let you go with no reason at all, just to de-attach and fade into the abyss and disappear like a ghost as it turns into mist, and yes you will be missed but I know you will miss me more or hate me for promising you heaven and earth then relocate to another planet alone,
[ ] I couldn't treat you like my s*x doll, what you deserve is not my love as it does not exist anymore, you couldn't fix me even if you wanted to and I wouldn't expect you to, my pieces are scattered in many places than I wish to remember, you are a doll, I set you free to go play with other dolls, I loved your love and hated that I couldn't reciprocate it, you said I am a doll too but I fail to see it, if really I was your doll then Chucky is who I was, smile to your face but evil intentions the moment you turn around,
S*x doll,
Sorry for the time we wasted together,
I wish I loved you or if I had just met you sooner before I was broken

MAN ON THE MOON

Here I am again,
All alone still,
and maybe lonely just a little
but the stars keep me company as they shine bright in the night.

They tell tales unsolicited about galaxies that flowed and flows along the milky way.
They tell me about the faint stars that refuse to die, though they no longer give life nor eminate light to the shining sky.

Apparently, as I am told by the stars, the faint ones are a guidance and are symbolic.
They show way to the present stars and teach them the meaning of shining not just to shine, teach them the meaning of the sky and not just to light it up, so that tomorrow when the faint stars have fallen and the present are faint but have given birth to newer stars that shine even brighter, they shine with purpose, proudly so too.