|Optimistically pessimistic | I love playing this game with words | I was raised on oxymoron(s) | I will travel the world and hope for a better place ||
There’s nothing more painful than the overpowering feeling of need over want.
He knew it better than she did. He understood how much he would hurt her and that was the one thing...
the one thing he never wanted to do but had to.
“It should be easy.
It should be easy to love.
It should be easy to be loved.”
Easy things in life break easy too.
Love and life are simple. They’re just not easy.
Remember that and don’t give up.
Distracts herself with the sound of the music playing behind her thoughts.
Tries to fool herself with a smile on her face.
Fools her heart with the hope of seeing him today.
Disregards reality because of the smallest speck of hope.
Only to hear that it's over-thinking that's making her overly dramatic.
Because it's true how happy he'll make her if he comes this time.
No matter how long, no matter how late.
He'll never show.
Dreamt of it, haven't you?
Lying under a blanket of sparkle, turning to your left to see the right side of the most perfect person you could've ever imagined.
I'll scoff to that.
Once you open your eyes from that dream, there's no blanket but sparkle. A lot of sparkle. Which, almost, blinds you to see what you now can. Instead of under your bed, it's right next to you.
Dreamt of it, haven't you? Yes, we all have.
Nightmare, as they call it, dressed as a daydream.
As he inhaled his escape, her memories started to separate like sand and settle in the cloud of a distant past.
He began to surrender to the bitter yet comforting taste of his imagination as slowly as he forgot how sweet her lips felt.
As darkness fell and began to settle as night,
her soul started to shine.
And he called her angel.
She'd let him play with her feelings a little longer. She'd let him play till he drops them and they turn to dust only to leave her.
"That's what love is." She whispered.
Tragedy is something estatic people relate to regardless of their utmost happiness.
I pierce my heart with a blade of absolute sorrow and it bleeds out on the paper as my tears refuse to fall.
There's not everything that the eye sees.
Seldom, your soul is a door to an ocean of
Lights sparkled from a mile away. He couldn't resist staring.
Ruby flashed in front of his eyes. He couldn't resist tasting.
She lays next to him, breathing heavily but in sync. He couldn't resist touching.
Pulling the sheets over her, he felt like a lion protecting his lioness, his Queen.
Separated from her, she didn't know how to shuffle between heaven and earth.
After her light left, she dreaded early morning walks.
For at dawn, she should break.
Everyone has an imaginary friend which is perfect, so to say. This imaginary truth is inspired by pieces of oneself.
It's funny how everyone can be a little narcissistic with a damaged opinion of themselves.
The festival of lights was celebrated with utmost content.
Once she left, it was all dark for that one street.
She decided to shine bright from the sky above to light up his heart.
A dark street with a bright heart.
Happy Diwali, y'all.
It was a rainy day today. Everyone was rushing through the streets with their umbrellas above their heads.
On the corner of the street, two old men were sitting on a bench, just reminiscing about how once they ran in the rain, right into the den of the enemy.
How they wiped them out as the rain drizzled over them and washed away the blood and the sweat and left them with pride.
How they walked to the grave of a brother in arms and heard the seven shots of respect, thrice.
How the forgiving rain left them with another feeling; numbness.
On the corner of the street, two old men were sitting on a bench, looking to the sky and hoping for the men to look back,
Dear Inquisitive Readers,
For being able to juggle words.
And making sure they fall perfectly.
Perpetual Day Dreamer
HI, HOW WAS YOUR DAY?
HOW DO YOU PLAN TO CHANGE IT?
Curious Fellow Human
There's nothing more I want from you than your eyes captivating mine.
For you to make me feel weak in the knees as I hang from your lips to taste the love.
Because that's what falling is, you can't control the outcome of certainty.
You can't stop someone who's destined to be yours.
"Did you ever want me?" She asked him as a tear escaped her eye.
"Yes." He replied and he moved closer.
The hazel in her eyes cherished what stood in front of her. He wanted her, she now knew for sure. A smile flashed across her face.
"Did you ever need me?" She asked with utmost confidence. Confidence of him not breaking her heart.
"No." Time froze as he moved away.
She shattered into dust in a matter of mere seconds.
Everything became clear as her eyes started to blur.
It was lust she thought was love.
Soon, crimson would surround her hazel which is the drug she thinks is love.