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Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
Each day she begins by hoping not to be stabbed again. The worry gets worse as time rips past her. She hopes not to feel the air between him and her. But everyday, hoping deems no good. Everyday she feels the wind piercing through her skin and chilling her bones. Everyday she digs her red nails into her palms to calm the sweat. Everyday she falls to her knees, but invisible to the human eye. She feels the shaking of her joints. She feels every blood cell rushing through her. She hears her heart beat with a deadened sound. Her head gets heavy and her eyes close with a whimper. She's reached the blackness of the sea. She's caught in the tsunami. She wishes for the hurt to stop but then again she enjoys the pain.

He will be gone soon.  She thinks that the hurt will disappear too, but little does she know that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

He was once her entire universe with all the fireballs in between, but now he IS the fireball. She crumbles under the heat and pain. She's almost in ruins. She's going away to a new universe in a while. She hopes to find peace there.

She hopes to stop hurting, but will a ******* ever be free of pain?
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
It was a sea of red, orange, blue, purple and black. Each inch deeper she dived made her hurt worse. Yet she kept swimming because she was oblivious to the approaching tsunami, or at least she tried to swim.

To drown or to live is the question of her current universe.

He was once all of her galaxies and dark spaces. He filled every gap in her mind, and maybe even her heart. Every string that had come undone was stitched back by his warmth. She felt like she could conquer three universes if they existed, when he was by her side. She felt armed. She felt strong. But piece by piece, he was skinning her alive. She had no way of knowing because she was entirely consumed by the feeling he gave her- empowerment. She felt so secure in his grip that she couldn't feel her bones crushing under the pressure. When he held her in embrace, all she felt was his heartbeat and warm arms. Little did she know, he was freezing her senses in disguise of a friendly fire. When she heard a love song on the radio, his shining eyes, tingling fingertips and every little foregone flaw appeared in the realm of her mind. But her mind was only beginning to unravel the underlying misery. With all these rushes of excitement and adventure, she forgot that the world existed. He was the world for her. She forgot that her strings could break. She forgot that her eyes could cry. She forgot that her body could feel numb. She forgot that his shadow could **** her.

Months later, she found herself halfway out of her shell. She found herself known to the world. And that world was not him. That world was the world that she had forgotten. The world in which hearts broke and memories demolished. She was in a state of numbness. The fame got her no where. The fame that hit her like a hurricane didn't move a hair on her head. Nothing moved for a second. And in that one second she suddenly wondered that if his shadow could **** her, what could the intertwining shadow of his future love by his side do?
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
Being in love
Comes with a price;
Tired, lonely and spent,
Yet consuming lie after lie.

Breaking teeth on cakes-
Sweetness baked with hell.
There's only so much you can take
Before you're breathing with death.

Swallowing bullets coated in sugar,
Kissing the lips of invisible thorns;
Wrapping arms around stars burning up,
And thawing at ice while feeling the warmth.

Touching the fingers of a frozen fire,
And believing the swirling winds;
Singing along with the song of a liar
Till you finally break within.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
Being in love
Comes with a price;
Tired, lonely and spent,
Yet consuming lie after lie.

Breaking teeth on cakes-
Sweetness baked with hell.
There's only so much you can take
Before you're breathing with death.

Swallowing bullets coated in sugar,
Kissing the lips of invisible thorns;
Wrapping arms around stars burning up,
And thawing at ice while feeling the warmth.

Touching the fingers of a frozen fire,
And believing the swirling winds;
Singing along with the song of a liar
Till you finally break within.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
I'll step across that blinding light.
I'll build upon the life that's mine.
I'll yell my dreams aloud at night.
I won't let the colours go out of sight.
I'll try my best to get shut eye.
I'll try to stand up for my rights.
I won't give up the fight so kind.
But forgive me if I falter along the line;
Maybe get drunk or a little high.
Maybe fall in love and cover my cries.
Maybe I'll even laugh some lies.
I'll put on a well-masked smile.
I'll pretend that I'm completely fine.
I'll show the world my pearly whites.
But promise me you'll be by my side
When I finally lose my mind.
Sasha Ranganath Nov 2014
Do you just ever want to get high?
Do you just ever want not to try?
Do you just ever want to feel alive?
But also recover without a cry?

Do you just ever not want to hear an alarm?
Do you just ever want to be noise amidst calm?
Do you just ever feel no harm?
But also know you still feel your arm?

You know that sense when you're feeling mellow?
You know that deepness when you're in the shallow?
You know that whisper that's in a bellow?
That's when you know you're not just an echo.
Sasha Ranganath Oct 2014
In the distance
I see a silhouette.
I know that it's you
'Cause you were my cigarette.

I breathed you in
And blew you out.
Again and again
A permanent pout.

I knew you were destructive
Yet I chose to stay.
I knew I would be broken
Yet I didn't go away.

With damaged lungs you left me
And watched me fight for breath.
Once I regained consciousness,
I could walk, but still a little dead.

I healed the burns
And stitched the wounds.
But they tear from time to time
Because you want them to.
(Or I think you do)

I know every feature
Of the darkness that is you.
Because my love was innocent,
And you showed me your truth.
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