It’s not okay,  that your friends came to ask me what my name is, and then they tell me that you love me.
I don’t I will never understand how you just like someone without even knowing the basics of them.
You stupid person, I am trying not to judge you, but are a immature little ****,
Who thinks getting facebook display picture with shades and ultra attitude quotes is cool,
But I don’t like south park, I’m a Simpsons person, you have liked this page called I hate books,
Well, honey I am nothing without books, you like to quote Eminem’s old song, "hello people of the earth, look at me, I am the boss", funny how that’s you only rapper you know you peon,
And I don’t like dragon ball z, what are we in class 5 again? You have like 1000 friends on facebook, which screams desperate to me
And I don’t want to be ****** and rude, but you could have told me yourself, that like me or any alternative, I didn’t want to hear that from all your friends giggling at me the weird way, you could have manned up a bit ;
It’s sad to me you actually don’t understand the meaning of girlfriend, you think they are for a week only and to boast about it to your friends that you have got a senior girlfriend
That the most funniest thing is that you are only a year younger than me but how it feels like to me that you are 3 years younger, and to add to that,
You think you are such a stud, well you look like ****, news flash.

“When are you leaving?” unknowingly, words slipped out of her mouth, he was packing all of his ancient Mario game discs, in a hurried state.
“Soon” he replied, slowly, he had to leave or would lose his mind, she was driving him insane in every way possible, her heart faltered a little bit more, as he stuffed more things in the duffel bag
Then he asked”why? You’ll miss me?” smirking, his lips drawing into tender smile
“Maybe” doubting, of what she is to him, not knowing of the importance she carries to him.
“Answer me in yes, or no, nothing in-between” he raised his voice a little, waited, he had been waiting, patiently for this moment, he has been in love with her for a while  now, but she had never been responsive, now that he is leaving, cruel fate is looking his way
“Yes, I will, the essence of you” her lips etching in to a smile, then she looked the other way, hiding.
Her heart has been broken to many times before, it’s a risk, but her gut says he’ll be worth it.


I will miss the notes you wrote, symbols you marked in all of my Bukowski books, how you sat in the run-down library across the street, and devoured frost.
I will miss the raspberry flavored macaroons you left in the coffee show where we first met every morning for me, with a snippet of your favorite lyrics attached to the box.
I will miss the way you clicked pictures of me at the oddest of time, with my Polaroid, they always turned out funny and crazy, but you framed them, and hung them on your bedroom wall like the moon hangs in the cobalt sky, delicately, fixed, reminding you of how no matter how hard the times are, a piece of beauty will always be there.
I will miss all the mess in my tiny apartment, all of your shirts, books, PS games and vinyl records tangled together, spewed all over the floor.
I will miss the way you had freckles all over your nose and your weird laugh, the ways your eyes crinkled whenever I made horrible jokes and you wanted to contain yourself from laughing.
I will miss running my hands through your hair, giving excuses that I just want to know how soft they are ,I said they are not ,so every time you washed them, and wanted to prove I am wrong  I was in pure delight.
I will miss you waking early to just watch that 90’s sitcom Seinfeld and way you laughed at a loud volume through it, waking up the neighbors’ dog and your horrible bathroom singing making me cringe and my ears cry.
I will miss your cedar and minty scent and the way your heart beats against mine, hard, quick, pounding against your ribcage, when we are wrapped in each other’s arms.
Yes, I admit I am in love with you and will miss you terribly. Everything about you and all the things you do.
So can you please stay?
Please stay?
Will you?

Dancing in the wind, breathing in the spicy and musky cologne, your chest against my breast, bursting into ecstasy, strong hands cupping my face, slowly drawing your lips close to mine and kissing slowly, then  developing  speed, like a trial riff of guitar, short sparks; crackling in to lightening later.

Laughing at the lead singer, who is high, he introduced himself as Mr. Alien, and at nothing at all, pure bliss has finally made a pact with our souls. Lift me up, so I can see them singing gloriously, performing more fitting, bass thumping, electric jolts across my body, fingers electrified, heart stupefied, held, suspended in the perfect beat, captured in that elated moment.

KISS ME, kiss me now ,here comes the perfect line, the stanza inscribed on my lips like you name, sung countless times in the mustang on the way to Ireland, in the candy shop while gulping down all the pumpkin lattes we can consume. You were born a day after Halloween, crooked lights, gleaming against the backdrop-the moonless night, neon signs flashing across the barren land, filling up with iridescent rays, jumping, like the drumbeats seeping through our veins.

Like the sound of that pink Floyd song, you belted out, at karaoke bar last night, lyrics exploding out of your lungs, tearing apart my heart at 3 am:”You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things”: Sky colored red velvet, with stars like sequins hanging from miles above, Polaroid perfect.

Your heart pumping rapidly, against mine, bringing me back from the trance, your lips mould against mine, tongues swimming across the shorelines of my molars, arms tucked around my waist, lowering, caressing my hips.

Notes of piano, gliding through, an intro to another song. I promise, you’ll be the only song, I know word to word. All the beats and spaces in between etched on my heart. Your lips, the desired stanza, taste like cinnamon and pine, reminding of my childhood, a memory of us on the slide, giggling, holding pine cones preciously like Davy Jones locker, our first treasure.

It’s been years, but our love has grown, blossomed in into an everlasting flower never fading but always steady and strong like the chorus of a rock ballad, an intense melody like our promises lighting up the lyrics and us.

The wind has been howling for days and days, searing the clouds and her mind,
It tells a tell, tale that will slice her lungs worse than his words-
Her lips bleed in the frosty wind, slow, her feet trudging, incapable, her fractured legs leaving crimson traces burning in agony
Huffing, escaping, running, crying out, hear her desperate plea, but this actions have silenced her
Death lurking behind the pine trees, acres of snow covering up the lies.

He said, he doesn’t love her anymore, already had every inch of her in his mouth,
His **** in her mouth, again and again, feral eyes watching it unfold a plan successful, forcefully, trapped, chained her to the bedposts, scarred on the outside and charred from inside
Tearing petals off, from the roses he gave her, one bright afternoon, he loves me, he loves me not
He said he did, naive girl, moved to Siberia for him, where did loving him lead her?
She laughs, like an asylum patient, a tortured madness climbing the veins of her soul
Poor little lamb, he is carnivore, tearing off her skin, divulging into her body.
                                            Look at her destroyed, frayed
                                             Look at the ghost of a girl
Who walks through realms of life, the wind is still, mourning in the loss.

Her bruised body all shades of blue and red, lifeless.  He ate out of her too much, he ****** her life out.
At frail attempt at an escape, bittersweet atleast, darkness claimed her on the hands of freezing terrains, not him.
Look at the countless wolves howling, consuming the remnants in a mad glee.