That day the sky shed droplets;
Of throb, ache and grief.

Fallen like bright livid hails;
Everywhere I see.

It gave me scars and bruises;
And cuts not too deep.

I saw the ground beneath me;
Scattered pain unseen.

But I ought to assemble;
What's left to be seen.

Bristles of hurt and sadness;
I leaned to take in.

Dimming all hopes and roses;
All imagined tales.

That day I had to relearn how to breathe again,
Differently; I had to know what it was like before you,
What it’s like to carry a freshly cut wound;
Delicate; everywhere with me.

That day I had to relearn to walk again,
Straight, without checking any recent messages
Not tripping upon a memory stricken in midday
Seeing everything around me through new eyes;
that somehow everything does not relate to what you like and how you were.
Relearning how to be me again.
To stop from having to ask about you.
Refrain myself from caring and worrying.
To learn how to manage my time better,
to fill the living void inside of me,
Realizing that as from today..
You are not a part of me.

That day I had to remind myself that sugar did not make my coffee sweeter.
That coffee has always been bitter.
That day I had to remind myself that the day was longer;
That the ticks of the clocks were slower.

That day was a miraculous rebirth of a new entity
A new mind, a new set of rules and priorities
You became the change in me;
As I was the change in you.
And I shall give you that part of me,
That part who gave herself to you.
You can have her.
Though she might not retain in your mind much long.
You ought to know that she still has a profound respect towards you.

Would it **** if you agreed?
That we’re no more than just greed
Would it raise up the stake; if
you had fessed up all your mistakes ?
I shall love you not!
For everything you are not
But given that we have shared
The sorrows and mischiefs we beard
I learned that you are a riddle
Waiting for someone to fiddle
Through the devious games you played
I went along, with no reason to fade
Perhaps it was not your game
You’re not the one to blame
Your words.. were they true?
The effects of them, do you have any clue?
Remember the interests we had?
Of Sophie and Howl, how sad.
It has come to this,
Where I want to hit you with my fist
Remember how you strived to impress
Should I start to repress than address?
Of how hollow your promises were
Pretend all you wish, that’s how I’d refer
Perhaps you considered it just a fling
To me we were not anything
Not through the things we told
At nights I felt so cold
For at least I state faithfully
That you were the one who embraced me fully.

Blessedness of sleep
Ceases sorrows awhile

To perish deep
Freeing souls to fly

It came to me as a flutter;
The words he had mutter.

Sighs escaped my lips;
Remembered the sudden slips.

A fleeting joy he brought;
A lasting pain I caught.

For him to be reluctant;
My loath became abundant.

But he's not to blame;
Because I took that lane.

Butterflies in my core;
He left, my heart is sore.

Though I ought to accept;
All the promises he kept.

"Flutter anytime" I say;
You'll always be my ray.

I don’t understand how can anyone un-love someone.
Even more, claim that they never did.
I don’t understand how words can be taken back after they were said;
after they were cherished by the receiver.
I don’t understand how kind words are hardly truthful; hardly reliable; mostly deceivable.
I don’t understand how people can rob you of things
they gave and argue that it wasn’t yours.
I don’t understand how people have the gallants
to twists their words and fiddle about with them.
I don’t understand how some people can close their eyes off certain things,
refusing to accept the pain they granted.
Disregarding the effects of the slightest actions;
how significant it is to other people.
I don’t understand how they can be forgiven;
unburdened by guilt;
freed from traumas;
living life to the fullest.
While others suffer extensively from what they did.

In silence, you held me close. I hung my arms around you; rest my head against your chest. Our bodies intact. Souls intermingled. Blood flowing through our viens proving life of our existence. Not as two, but as one spirit. Spirit of denied love. Denied fate.

In silence, our hearts enjoyed several dialogs. Our souls commited forbiden affairs. But our mouths sealed. When our eyes meet, they show great deal of sorrow. Great deal of suppressed affections. Causing mind afflictions. Disregarding our bodies plea to roam around the road of sins. All pleasures ought to come to an end.

I'm here again, a place where I have rest my trails, prints of tears, echos of sighs.

A common place. Serene with memories of the past, images of her, me and I.

Ever so blind, shallow cuts deepened by the trickling, drops of sorrow. Alone, distant in darkness.

Embracing all of me, crawling into me, my lost spirit. Takes all of me from the spine towards centre of my neck, into my mind.

Linking the damaged path to my heart. Reviving the concious. For I have lived unconciously for so long.

To here I shall return. My common place, ever so common. Yet changed by who I am now. I return back here, now.

The present day.

If I could offer you anything other than my heart, I'd land you my ear, my hand, my arms and chest. You may pour all your troubles to me, every detail of annoyance and bother and I shall give you my attentive ear to listen. And when your hands feel cold and lonely, I'll take them with mine. I'll draw the lines and paths of which your palm have shapen. The viens that reached your wrist, I'd kiss them. And when your shoulders are broken, I'll put my arms around you. I'll press my chest against you. I'll hold you closer to my being. Even closer so our souls are intact.