we get high and kiss on your couch i think i’ve seen this film before mouth pressed to mouth
it’s the same story every boy i’ve fallen for just wanted me for **** every one i thought i loved just wanted me temporarily
i’m falling for you i whisper as you fall asleep the words come out thickly the taste bittersweet
i call you when i’m lonely or think about him i’m wrapped in your arms and it’s 3am but i can’t do this anymore, i can’t do it again
i don’t think i like this game, the stakes have become too high i’m in freefall and you’re just watching with uncaring eyes so i’ll give it a month before you make me cry
i think about the girls who come to your show they’ll get in your car, and you’ll take them home because you don’t really need me, not at all i’m just your pocket *****, your friend, your living willing doll
friends with benefits doesn’t exist it’s friends or lovers or someone using another
so you don’t want a relationship but thats all i want but i guess i’m satisfied being your placebo girlfriend, your glorified ****
men have never been my forte. not even my own father has done me right. I’ve been hurt over, and over, and over again. told constantly of my beauty, but never of more. and you know what? I thought you were different. I really did. I thought you wanted me. not just for my body, but for my mind as well. god I wish I had known the truth. did all those late nights spent talking mean nothing to you? and how about the times that we kissed? it seemed like we’d never stop. I could have sworn you felt something and that I did too. now I’m not so sure. am I just a game for you? is that all I am? do I really mean that little? I want the real you, I want more than just your lips. I want to see your true colors, but I seem to be blind: unable to identify what’s right in front of me. I don’t know if I love you, but I don’t want to anymore. I’m tired of guessing, and guessing, and guessing. I’m tired of this feeling, but I will never be tired of you. you, my guilty pleasure, my forbidden fruit, my biggest secret… you are not the sun. I am.
the last poem written by my heartbroken 15 year old self <3 I am happy to say I am now with someone who loves me the right way.
Cyclamen, your beauty is overwhelming But your meaning bewilders me You come in different colors But my memory you are engraved in pink You bear the lasting feelings and sincere affection In spite of this I would refrain myself from you
Camellia, I'm sure I would find you In soldier's letters, in sailor's books The yearning and tears that are seen in their eyes Are reflected in your petals You carry the longing of their beloved A beloved who awaits their return on lonely nights
Daffodils, You know many stories of unrequited love and tormented souls I stand here amidst your field Scared to pluck you , though I know I'll have to You golden beauty doesn't rust Just as these feelings that never fade
We've heard a lot about true love Seen it in countless movies Read about it in countless books But does it really exist? Well, I'd like to think that it does You see, I'm speaking from experience When I first fell in love I felt like a bird That had just sprouted wings And was ready to take off And experience the sheer joy and excitement That comes naturally with flying Especially if it's the first time I felt like every single day Was something to look forward to And I managed to derive some interest Even out of the most boring lectures You see, I was doing my MBA then Anyway, cutting to the chase It ultimately turned out to be a case of unrequited love But, as they say It was totally worth it My second tryst with love, though Wasn't quite the same Arranged marriage, love *** arranged marriage You can call it whatever you like But it doesn't change the fact That it was never going to end well To put it plainly We were incompatible And the eventual divorce Was a blessing in disguise I thus learnt the hard way That it is not enough to be in love And that is absolutely essential To have things in common The more, the better So, coming back to true love Does it really exist? Well, my answer will remain 'Yes' After all, I'm a hopeless romantic And I'm not about to give up Just because of one bad experience I also believe That it's a question of when, not if And I happened to learn Through a Facebook post One out of countless posts that I've seen off late That you shouldn't worry about finding the right woman Just focus on being the right man
Thirty two years and counting I haven't found true love yet And I am not considering unrequited love I've been there twice The first occasion was during my MBA To cut a long story short I simply couldn't pluck up the courage To tell her how I felt When I eventually managed to do it It turned out to be a case of locking the stable After the horse had well and truly bolted The second occasion was an arranged marriage Where the engagement brought us closer to each other Or at least, I thought so But the issue was, the girl didn't And the pandemic pulled us apart Metaphorically as well as physically Thus, that didn't end well either Now that I am single again Thanks to this amazing human invention called "divorce" The hunt for true love continues Before we proceed further, though Let me get this off my chest I am a work in progress, not a finished product And I have my flaws But then, we all know the saying Nobody is perfect Everybody has some flaw or the other In fact, it is these flaws That separates us human beings from robots Which are equally intelligent as we are, if not more But I am going off-track The point is, I need someone who loves me as I am Of course, it works both ways If I love someone with all my heart I would do anything for her I mean, anything that comes within the definition of "ethical" And I wouldn't want her to change one bit I mean, as far as her character is concerned Now that we are all on the same page It is time for me To resume the hunt for true love Of course, we all may have our expectations But I ask for only two things Unwavering loyalty and trust And accepting me as as I am With all my flaws And when I do fall in love I hope and pray That it is reciprocated, for a change
every time i see you i forget you can see me too more often then not i catch my eyes tracing your face like if i can remember every detail i can keep you like a photograph but just like a photograph the ink warps with time and i have to remind myself this will someday be a memory something i can not touch but feel and i’d do anything to not forget this feeling but in this frame i stand alone cause you were never mine to keep in the first place i’m just a girl with smudged fingerprints