I still miss the smell of your hair on my shoulder, I still miss the times when you'd text me before we were over, I still miss the look in your eyes when I walk in and see you glow like an angels and give me the look that still makes me quiver. The pulchritudinous quiver.
Time only moves and people are what changes, And what's the point of love if it ain't permanent then it ain't worth it, I don't want to break our hearts again but please come back and forget our hatred, Let me slip again in your life please give me a sign and I'll take it.
Look me in the eyes and tell me you've moved on, I say I don't want lies but please lie one more time just to hold on, Oh please text me one more time tonight, Let's pretend and forget everything slowly.
Let's go and do all the things we used to plan, To go to the planetarium or maybe just stargaze while we're lying down on the grass, Or you can just sleep on my shoulder again and let me be your man, Please let me prove you that I can be your man, Again.
the current flows rapidly down my cheeks and my eyes puffy like balloons my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth my knees weak my heart shattered i tell myself i shouldn't cry that i'll be okay but how do i know that? how do i know that this hurt is going to stop? what if it never stops? is it like a toothache? the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out? what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth? what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend? who am i to know what my heart wants? maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache but... what happens when the pain is finally too much? can i die from a broken heart? how will i prepare for another love? how do i know that this is the one? how do i know that he loves me? how do i know when it's finally going to end? how...
Sometimes, I have a strong urge to write; One fleeting thought in my mind, Eager to become a poem on paper. At times, I am able to calm it down, Save the thought for later; But often comes the moment, When the vessel is full, Brimming with words, Longing to ink the paper, And become sentences. I can feel the quiver of my heart As I reach for the notebook. The grip at the pen, More confident and firm. That's what happens to me, When I sit down to write. How about you? **Do you feel it too?
It's the desire to write. Oddly enough, an article on Vikas Khanna inspired me to write this.