There was no timeline to healing,
One day you could be dancing to the songs you cried to,
The next you'd fall to your knees in peaceful silence,
The type of silence where you can hear your heart break,
Where the echos of your heart beating is louder than the chaos outside.
When everything seems wrong,
Yet everything is right.

I only have looked at him once and I haven't been able to look away,
There was something captivating about him,
Maybe it was the way he ran his hand softly through his messy hair everytime he got nervous,
Or maybe it was the way he bit his lip before throwing his head back to laugh everytime he cracked a joke.
Or was it how his eyes sparkled with innocence and mischief.

He was surely made of a different stardust,
Something rare,
Something special,
Surely God spent a little too much time creating him because theres no other way to explain how someone could be so perfect,
His heart was purer than gold,
And his head filthier than the sewers,
He was the best of both worlds,
And he was mine.

In the battle of love vs respect,
Let us teach our daughters that respect always wins.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with loving someone too much,
But theres everything wrong when you love yourself too less.

I have fed mouths I should have poisoned,
Held hands I should have broken,
Backed ******* I should have stabbed,
And they said only Harry Potter could talk to snakes.
Lies.

Dont you get it yet he yelled with tears in his eyes,
Iam not asking for his place,
Iam asking you to let me create mine.
Let me be there while you rebuild your heart he said as parting words before all she could do was stare at his retreating back,
That was the moment it happened,
Something melted,
Something happened.

The eyes were mine
But the dreams were hers
The achievements were mine
But the hard work was hers,
The struggles were mine,
But the suffering was hers,
What would I be without her?
Nothing.
What am I with her?
Victorious.

Slowly you started being imperative for all my good days,
But you also held my hand on the bad ones,
And they became good too.

Maybe that was the positive side to time,
It always passes,
So everything ends,
no matter how hard,
And that was water to my burning fire.

The knife on my back came from the one who held my beating heart in his hands.

The love I have for me,
Will always cost the love I have for you.

You have a nickname in my head,
Home.

Oh, shes so dark,
Oh shes got acne,
Oh shes so ugly,
Oh shes so fat,
They all cooed into her ears as they pushed her off the roof,
Then they gathered around the coffin asking
But she had everything, why this?

Your memories haunted me at 11am in the day when I was surrounded by people,
It tore me down everytime you crossed my mind,
How many people will it take to fill the void you left?

And then my mother said,
As a young woman,
learn how to put your money and education BEFORE your emotions.
Because that love **** will always leave you unfocused and broke.

You made me happy,
Happy enough to jump out of bed in the morning,
You make me so happy it scares me,
Because the day you leave,
This happiness goes with you...right?

They weren't important an year ago,
And today they seem as important as breathing,
They were stranger's an year ago,
And today they know every detail to your dullest days.
They could've been another human you passed on the street last year,
But today they are the face you look for in a crowded room.

There wasn't an exact date, time and venue when this happened,
Oh no,
they slowly crept their way in and made a home,
Name it a bond,
Name it fate,
Or blame it on simple physics that opposites attract.

But they made happiness look magnificent,
And pain look minute,
It was like, this was the only connection that nature forgot to name,
The only relationship they got to pick,
And sometimes the only thing that saved them from drowning,
So they named it a ship,
Friendship.

Him.
There was something about him that was difficult to put down into words,
She didnt know when she fell for him,
Was it at 5am in the gym,
Or was it during one of those sunrises they stayed up to watch together,
Was it along those miles they walked by the sea on that Sunday morning as he showed her all his dreams,
Or maybe it was when he held her every time she cried.

Oh no, he was nothing like the man she had dreamt of but slowly all those expectations had changed,
He was so imperfectly perfect,
That she fell for him,
But then all things that fall....break
Dont they?
So did she.

Ah, if only I was beautiful she sighed in front of her mirror as their condescending voices echoed in her head,
a tear escaped her eye,
A woman so established in her being, torn down to her naked form,
What was being beautiful her intelligent mind questioned?

I, who have made you into a strong dependent woman, ain't that beautiful?
I have given you the ability to stand tall among the most capable, isnt that beautiful?
Why is it after a century of evolution the definitions of beauty for a woman remain as hollow as the beholders misogynist mind?

Why, after a 100 years was black still ugly while a melanin deprived skin was revered,
But last time we checked the brain was still grey and white for all.
So what was it about colour that made her inferior to the rest?

The point being my love,
Its not your colour that's the problem,
It's your achievements that is,
People like to see you rise,
but ever above them,
So if your "external beauty" is the only string they can pull to bring you down,
Rest free love,
They were never above you anyway,
And that was beautiful.