I miss the couch where we used to sit and talk for hours,
And now I am left with nothing so called ours.
I miss the tight hugs whenever you used to be proud of me,
Now your words feel like stings of honeybee.
You turned out to be the judgemental paranoid,
Which made me choose you to avoid.
I miss the way I used to see you through the corner of my eye,
You got lost, without saying a goodbye.
I miss the warmth of your hands,
And I hunted you even in the midlands.
One day my fist will stop hitting your door,
Because I am tired of waiting outside on the floor.
It's not smoking, for me expectation kills.
Inside the book there are dried daffodils.
The only emotion left in me is numbness,
For you I am done with my kindness.
One day your telephone will stop ringing,
My fingers will turn lazy for pinging.
I have never felt my chest so heavy,
With you I am only left to envy.
Everytime I comeback,
I feel the love to lack.
You dared to cut all the strings attached to me,
The corals are broken deep inside the sea.