Have I ever mentioned that  
I wanted to hug you?  
I think I did,  
but was too tensed to do so.  
So I let my body decide  
on what to do,  
and then,  
I kissed you.  

I kissed you instead,  
in front of a crowd.  
A sweet peck on the cheek,  
a fleeting touch of your hand.  
I felt it soft
I sensed it warm,  
like a cozy home  
where I wish to belong.  

I thought I've had my greatest love—
no, I thought I failed in love.  
But you proved me wrong,
so wrong that I could not think  
of a love greater than the greatest—  
every time I am with you.

At first, I thought it was limerence—
an obsession,
an infatuation,
until it felt like
love,
care,
and affection.

She wishes she could love him more
so he could finally love her back

I screamed your name a thousand times,
but you chose to play deaf, like you heard nothing.
I cried a river and drowned in it,
yet you walked past me, like I wasn't your everything.

I gave my all, till I was left with nothing but a body.
You took my mind, heart, and soul—now I'm empty.
You were my first, and I wanted you to be my last;
your life went on, leaving me a part only of your past.

Maybe it's just not meant to happen—
how beautifully you may have imagined your future.
If it's not for you, stop forcing it to be yours.
Despite giving it your all,
the stars won't always align in your favor.

What could hurt more
Than being left with a heart scorned,
When the door of love unknowingly closed
In silence, amidst the clattering storm?

Questions linger there,
With no one to answer or care,
Hanging on fire, waiting for a call,
Defying the pain of a broken fall.

Will there ever be recovery
From the tranquility of tragedy?
Or a gleam of hope
In the unlit space of a torn passion's trope?

We were two quantities, behaving opposite in nature,
Like pressure and volume, inversely proportional.
We compress and expand at constant temperature—
I expand further, you compress closer; inversely proportional.

You are the R in the Ideal Gas Law's equation,
My constant, my ever-faithful solution.
Yet we aren't truly the ideal gas it seeks to ponder,
For we attract rather than repel one another.

You were the 0.0821,
The constant in PV = nRT.
Increasing in my mind, you remain the only one—
Steadfast in my heart, you will always be loved by me.

I tried to hide,
Despite the anticipation
Of wanting to see you.
But it wasn’t really hiding, I guess—
Just the adrenaline rush I felt
After seeing your ever-familiar face.

Whilst hiding,
And waiting for whatever you might guess,
You entered the scene and left me flabbergasted.
I froze, with a smile and a weary mind,
Stuck between wanting to run toward you
And away from you.