"I love you." 
Gathering up all the courage 
she had finally said that.
and the only sound 
she remembers hearing 
after she had heard him laugh 
was of her heart 
shaterring into bits.

Acoustic Memory !!

Sometimes
i want **you**
to be the Title
of my next story
but then
writing your story
would mean
telling the world
about
your scars 
that never healed
your wounds
that always bleed
your battles
that never end
your pain 
that you always hide
it's only then
i dont want to
write your story !!