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She wore all

Black

But her heart bled

COLOUR
Just something I wrote down recently, thought I should share it.
Ending a relationship is like breaking a glass.

If you stand up and calmly, pick up the pieces, and carefully clean up. All you'll have lost is some time and the glass.

If you rush and get angry, or act irrationally, you will get cut and end up unnecessarily hurt.
Just a thought I had today after dropping a glass. It's been 4 days since he left me.
The most **** thing about a guy has nothing to do with his clothes, hair or eye colour.

It's in the way he looks at you with longing, when you finally find out he wants you just as badly as you want him.

When he pulls you so close to him that there is literally no space between you, because he can't stand the thought of there being any.      

When he kisses you, so that it feels as if he is stealing the air from your lungs, and for those few seconds you forget what air even is.
    
When all thoughts go out the window and its just him, with you,in the most simple way possible.

Now that is the definition of ****.
Pure passion is ecstacy...
You were my oxygen and I was your carbon dioxide.
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
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Her tears
 Jun 2016 Aarushi Vijay
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Her tears fall harder
as pain raps on her chest
like on a door
in the cold
just trying to get in
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