The place we stood to take photos
and you shamelessly owned your bright red chappal (slippers)
and I loved it
the place where I loved you
we checked the shades of lipsticks on our hands
love red on your hand and your skin cream on mine
the place where you asked me for a hug
and your mom nearly caught us in the act
This was also the place we shopped for you
where you kissed me inside a cabin in a try room
the same place we had a conversation & cinnabon
while people stared and almost envied you
because of all the love you got from me
where we loved the dazzling blue traditional dress
which was just too expensive
but that didn't stop us from looking
The place where we broke stereotypes
in more ways than one
and I couldn't help but remember how
we both hated shopping
but loved shopping together
how you always picked faster than I did
but i still picked for you
because you liked it better that way
All I could think of were the words
words you had said there then
and I could only ask myself
if you ever meant a single one
*"Choose for me"
"Your choice of dress makes my Eid special"
"Kiss me"
"You are my favorite person to shop with"
"Lets do this again soon"
"Thankyou for the beautiful day"
"I love you"*
Those words still echo through the walls of that place
and the walls inside my head
echo
Echo
ECHO
LOUD
STOP
I LOVE YOU
YOU SAID THAT
I FCKING LOVE YOU
YOU SAID THAT
STOP
LOUD
ECHO
Echo
echo
All I can think of are the words
you say now
*"I don't even love you anymore"
"I didn't miss you"
"I hope you die"
"I don't want a forever with you"
"I can't commit to you anymore"*
I am haunted by your ghost
in this city
and I say ghost because you are dead
this person is a shell with no soul
or heart
I am haunted by your ghost
in this city
everything smells of you
and looks like you
and sounds like you
And I am going crazy
in this place
where we loved
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
The place we stood to take photos
and you shamelessly owned your bright red chappal (slippers)
and I loved it
the place where I loved you
we checked the shades of lipsticks on our hands
love red on your hand and your skin cream on mine
the place where you asked me for a hug
and your mom nearly caught us in the act
This was also the place we shopped for you
where you kissed me inside a cabin in a try room
the same place we had a conversation & cinnabon
while people stared and almost envied you
because of all the love you got from me
where we loved the dazzling blue traditional dress
which was just too expensive
but that didn't stop us from looking
The place where we broke stereotypes
in more ways than one
and I couldn't help but remember how
we both hated shopping
but loved shopping together
how you always picked faster than I did
but i still picked for you
because you liked it better that way
All I could think of were the words
words you had said there then
and I could only ask myself
if you ever meant a single one
*"Choose for me"
"Your choice of dress makes my Eid special"
"Kiss me"
"You are my favorite person to shop with"
"Lets do this again soon"
"Thankyou for the beautiful day"
"I love you"*
Those words still echo through the walls of that place
and the walls inside my head
echo
Echo
ECHO
LOUD
STOP
I LOVE YOU
YOU SAID THAT
I FCKING LOVE YOU
YOU SAID THAT
STOP
LOUD
ECHO
Echo
echo
All I can think of are the words
you say now
*"I don't even love you anymore"
"I didn't miss you"
"I hope you die"
"I don't want a forever with you"
"I can't commit to you anymore"*
I am haunted by your ghost
in this city
and I say ghost because you are dead
this person is a shell with no soul
or heart
I am haunted by your ghost
in this city
everything smells of you
and looks like you
and sounds like you
And I am going crazy
in this place
where we loved
