It is so quiet sometimes.

The silence seems to drill a hole so deep, incessantly, for long hours and my ears bleed.

I miss your laughter. I miss the way you whispered into my ears even when no one was around, breaking the silence in the most glorious way I’ve ever known.

The darkness of the night becomes a pathetic shroud that consumes me entirely.

I’d be okay with that only if I could feel your body around mine.

I don’t like this silence or this darkness but they are the same before I’d met you.

I loved them, then.

How do I erase you completely so I could fall in love with the night again?

The silence so soothing, the darkness so endless.

Please leave if you have to or come back.

I don’t mean to sound needy but I want to love again. Something or someone.

I want to fall in love so hard. I want to feel alive again.

I really really ******* love you too much.. Its definitely not just lust (there is a loooot of lust too) there is unrealistic, unreasonable kind of love. Things go crazy in my head when I'm with you. You're my peace and my chaos. I like em both. And you're the crazy purrrfect proportion of both... My body craves for yours.. And my eyes crave for a sight of you and my mind.. It just won't get rid of your thoughts and my soul is just the puppet of your desires. You bring out so much good in me.. It's unimaginable. You must really have done something beautiful to demand so much of this tiny little being like me.

Reach for me.
I am the shadow of some solitary oblivion
My heart is suffering too much
Misery becomes the helm of the series
I lie back on the softness
like a bed of nails, it hurts me like it must.
The kohl of my eyes, so grey, with tears lingering all around.
I can hardly breathe anymore nor can I move.
How do you stimulate this amount of contemptuous pain and sorrow, so smothering in your mere presence?
But he, he lifts up my soul, all so vaguely right.
He makes me want him more, he makes me forget all remorse.
How do I feel this way?
In this surreality of my existence, like a solemn scene of bask and sorrow.
Perhaps I'll live, perhaps I'll die.
Just when did the night sky went so starry and the sun found a home behind the clouds?
And when did you leave so subtly and he moved in like he belonged here?
I am caught in a conundrum, though.
Is my head absorbing all the juvenile delinquency around  and exuding the most picturesque memories of the past?
It's a ridiculous predicament I am caught in the middle of.
Because the flower was plucked only to adorn the Bride's lush.

Fill glitter in my veins and make my eyes sparkle..
With all that love you show to yourself.
Because you could only truly love me when you have fallen in love with yourself.
Turn that pain you feel into poetry, turn that spark into fire...
Show me you bare self like this exact sight was your coveted desire.

Feed me for I am starving.
I am carving the future with you, barring myself from the reality.
I like how you hurt me.
The way you spurt out those innocent words, assert your surreality.
Fill me with your fire.
Touch me and burn me with your skin like pyre, this desire so dire.
Haunt me with you words into a dreamlike murk.
I'm a *******, I'll smirk. Let 'em pervade and run and lurk.
Tell me you love her.
But the color of the fiery winter will never wither, like the liquor in a lover.
Feed me for I am starving.
For when I gave you the power to feed me, I also gave you the power to starve me.
And now I am tied with chains all around.
The question that lingers is
Do I want to be found or am I in love with the bound?

So when he turned around and left to never come back,
I cried my heart out to the unknown and the misty.
I laughed at destiny and the funny games it plays,
with rhyming words, a cigarette and a bottle of whiskey.

Living in denial gave me an abiding hope,
like it couldn't ever die, it could never die because he belonged to me.
But today his touch didn't speak to my body, his kiss wasn't the same,
He was gone, leaving several scars and ****** marks on me.

How will you understand?
Poetry, Prose or spoken words?
Or will you just watch her do her little drama and sit there expressionless leaving her with nothing but your stagnant body?
Will you let her stare at you forever, looking for an answer with a furrowed deliberation in the hope that maybe you might just read her intrigued eyes?

Is that how?


How will you understand?
Must she cry or must she laugh?
Do you want to see inside of her soul, tearing it apart, where rotten daffodils fill melancholy into her very being?
The anger in her, burning through the page, her heart's bleeding so bad, she might die?

Is that how?

How will you understand?
Must she wait for you by the waters that have witnessed lovers holding hands and passion in all hues?
And wait for you forever?
By her choices? The solitary promenade, the seat next to yours, the heartbreaking option you left her with?
By the reason why she becomes like an attention deficient freak when you're around?

Is that how?


But perhaps, you will not understand.
Perhaps, you never felt the need to understand.