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Aahana 3d
It's funny to think that it has come to this again
Me recalling your name and all your memories rushing back into my head again
Its funny how all this time I hated every inch of your existence
But could really one small conversation about you
Bring all those thoughts back
I miss those nights with just you and i alive
You staring lovingly into my eye and I blushing as your eyes gazed upon me
Filled with lies
You demanded closure from me
For why I left you behind
But weren't you the one who said
There was no such thing left to compliment
In my life
Its like i have travelled 278 days back
When I was crying if I was the fault all along
Whether if I was prettier, smarter and cooler
I'd be everything to you
Just like I was in those 2 months of lifetime
But as I'm writing this I just realised
That you're no longer in my life
And I shall resume you not being in my mind.
Aahana 7d
Maybe flowers were created to teach us that
Beautiful things don't last forever.
Aahana Feb 11
Called by so many names
Who knew "mediocre" was the real one.
Aahana Jan 17
I can't have piercings or tattoos because I'm scared of having something permanent in my life.
It's not about piercings or tattoos.
Aahana Dec 2024
I have the tendency to leave
I get too overwhelmed often, my mind
stops working and all i see is darkness in front of my eyes
As I somehow make the best and worst decisions of my life at the same time
Ok fine I spit fire from my mouth everytime someone triggers me
But have you ever really tried to understand what made me like this?
All I can do is try and try to make everyone understand
But it's always the person's fault who made the other one cry
I may sound like a narcissist, But would you really put up with someone's ****, after tolerating it a million freaking times?
Just because I get the last word, How is it my fault?
How did everyone foreshadow all the moments of forgiveness and empathy that I expressed
But it's always my fault, my fault for putting up with people and their *******
And yeah I'm ******* selfish if that means that I can protect myself from something that alters my peace
I'm also aware about the fact that I'm just gaslighting myself too, as they say I do to everyone
But God, would you ever look at it from my point of view?
Years of living in the shadow of people who ridiculed and bullied me
How could you expect that person to not respond to even the threat of something like this?
But it's always my fault
I'm sorry it's my fault for even existing
Because every good thing i do is forgotten
And every bad thing that I do Is thrown at my face every single day.
More like a rant than a poem but yes.
Aahana Dec 2024
I'm afraid to talk to people
I'm afraid they will judge me
I'm scared of even the thought of somebody getting to know me
For they shall leave too, if they saw what's hidden beneath me
I joke and whine about how everyone is missing out on me
But all i know is that my anxiety is depriving me
When that one friend is busy
I realise what a poor pathetic fool im
To barely have 2 people to count on
When i have lived in this city, most of my life
I'm not an angel, for all i know
Abandoning and leaving gets the best of me
For i tend to fall apart at various times
And hurt the ones who know me
So maybe i'm better off alone
Than with a person who is destined to leave me.
Aahana Dec 2024
Im scared that i won't last
Im scared that i won't last in life
That i'm too weak to spend a few more years in bright light
Im only 17 but day by day the darkness consumes me
Im afraid im just built weak
Do I really have it in me?
I mock the know it alls
As the jealousy runs out of me
Like a cut deep
I pretend to consider their curiosity stupidity
As i wonder why all i have left is a full stop in me
Those gold medals i received as a kid reflect back on me
But all im is blind consuming it all whole in me
All i do is try and try and try
But i'm just a nobody
With average grades will I just live an average life?
Why do i have to be 17
Why can't i be 5 with dreams and aspirations in her eyes
Gliding away like a summer tide
That one gifted child
Where have you gone my dear
I miss you and I need you.
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