Where was my lover?
I cried myself to sleep, ricocheting the echo of his absent voice on the walls of my interior.

The broken record finally fixed itself.

I laid my head upon his soul and absorbed the warmth of companionship.
My arteries plucked one by one,
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves m—
Effort flowed effectively from the standing petals and then he came along.
We combined together to make a beautiful flower. Shades of happiness and love.
It was our heart, not his, not mine, ours.

When the sun goes down there,
It rises up here.
When you go to sleep there,
My day starts here.
When you stop shedding tears there,
A smile starts here.
When you get cuter there,
I blush over here.
When the smile ends there,
My day darkens here.
You’re back in India there,
I’m back in the US here.
But baby, you know what?
I love you, no matter what!

~ PG

tears drip from my eyes
while a laugh escapes
from my mouth,
this isn’t sadness,
this isn’t joyousness,
this comes from knowing
that people leave,
life makes you go through changes,
yet my poor heart
keeps on hurting.

Beauty -
How much is in the eye of the beholder?
I wonder.

"You are beautiful".
He said that to me.
I wonder.

I wonder if he said that and meant I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
I wonder if he said it because he felt it only in that moment.
But I also wonder if he said it just to say it. I wonder.

It's 2 in the morning
And I can't sleep
I just want to feel you in my sheets
Skin on skin
And heat on heat

I want to touch you
To feel that I have someone to hold on too
You make everything crisp
Like fresh clean air
I wish I could breath you in
Give me another taste
I am addicted to you

Love,  
Yours truly

Until we meet again.

Every good love story starts with a friendship and it's usually like that for a while.

until every word that escapes their mouth feeds your infectious smile.

Then eventually someone questions where did they go wrong?

Aimlessly picking up the pieces to discover you were perfect for them all along.

You consume my thoughts and shadow my dreams. Each morning I wake with the memory of you. The longing is unbearable, but I choose the pain than the pretension of content. I hold onto the days before you left. Reminiscing about the moments that were as effortless as breathing. To love that weren’t forced, as we were drowning in it from the start. Each passing day the darkness of my loneliness tries to consume me. Its attempts are futile as your light runs wild within me. I will never fall away from the gift of us. Even though you are a thousand miles away, you are always beside me.
I miss you.
Always.

You say we’re at two different points
in life
So I imagine you there
While I am here

I see us sipping morning coffee
By a black desk
Furrowed brows
As we set new bills aside

Straining eyes studying
Used textbooks
I see you take medicine
And check my pinned photo
While I linger in sheets
I chose for you

You say we’re different
But I say we’re intertwined

Please check my photo one last time
Because I keep seeing you
Each point of me
Running parallel for us

I see home in your eyes and I am violently homesick