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This world has never been
My wish granting factory
Not even once
I wonder about those people
Who are privileged enough
To get whatever they want in life
Without even praying for it once.
Someone once told me
That I like to
Indulge in sadness.
I had laughed
at the ridiculousness of the idea,
But now I am starting to think
Perhaps he wasn't so wrong -
I seem to have a tendency
To go out and seek pain
When there isn't one in my life
Because I get bored with happiness.
Sometimes
It's not the timing
It's not the distance
It's not the circumstances
But just the fault in our stars
That two hearts do not beat
The same way for each other
No matter how much you wish.
The stars never align for some of us.
Diary of Jane Mar 10
Now I know
How to live without you,
How not to look for you
Even in my dreams,
Or mistake a stranger
On the streets for you.

Now I know
How to hold myself back
And not reach out to you,
Even when my heart is screaming for you.

Now I know
Just how to be fine
Without you.
Diary of Jane Feb 27
I still remember
Yesterday was your birthday.
Like every other year
I wished you in my mind,
And stopped myself
From making a fool out of myself
For the nth time
And reach out to you
For real.
I would rather cut off my fingers
Than dial your number
Only to be greeted
By a graveyard of silence
On the other side.

I still remember the times
You called me
Before it was 12 am
cause you wanted to be the first
To wish me on my birthday
And for a fraction of time,
I believed you were mine.
~
There are pauses in between musical notes and stops between an artist's strokes and periods in between a writer's sentences. We have come to an end. We have come to a stop. But sometimes the only way to continue is to halt. The only way to begin is to end.

- apbq, pauses and stops
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