Chipped
Cracked
Shattered
Is that how you feel?

That man walking by
The girl who says hi
Your best friend
You close relative
What do you know—
Maybe
Just maybe
They're like you:
A perfectly
ruined
thing

If you stare
Right into their ever beating hearts
Into their silent soul
Maybe you'll find
A chip
A crack
Or maybe all you find are pieces
Of shattered self
They are like you
perfectly ruined things

You aren't so different
You are surrounded by yourself, over and over
Tiny little perfectly ruined things ignoring the pain
Building walls
Until you have forgotten
How you were before you became
perfectly
ruined
things


@toopragmaticbookworm

One day you come across a guy so amazing--
So amazing you think he's the one
and you create this image in your head
of how perfectly his arms would wrap around you,
how his kisses will always be cherished,
how his eyes and his husky voice
will always leave you
wanting for more

then, suddenly, you realise
at twelve-thirty-eight a.m.,
that if he wanted you;
he would have his arms wrapped around you,
he would always cherish your kisses,
your eyes and angelic voice
will always leave him
wanting for more

but it doesn't happen.
and you finally realise to yourself--
that if he wanted you,
I mean, if he really wanted you
you'll both have your arms wrapped around each other
you'll both cherish each other's kisses like no other
you'll both get drowned in each others eyes
but you don't.

And it hits you.
Maybe, it was your imagination all along.
It was only you imagining all along.
After all, maybe he isn't the one for you.