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i Dec 2014
I wanna get really drunk and tell you all the things I'm too afraid to tell you sober,
and I want you to call me drunk and whisper my name and tell me that you've been in love with me all along but we both know how stubborn i am and how proud you are and we both know that you deleted my phone number a long time ago and you're not planning on calling it any time soon but that's okay,
I'm okay.
I'm fine without you, no matter how much my heart burns and my head aches of your absence and how I find relief in my own puddle of tears, mixed with blood, bled only for you.
You were my sunshine when i wanted rain, and my star when I wanted clouds and I guess I was just the skip of your heartbeat, and just a mere breath taken away,
I still think about kissing you all the time, but it seems to hurt much more now as my hopes turned to cigarette butts and you being mine turned to dust.
I guess you were just the fog polluting the air, and I found it hard to breathe around you, you were the summer rain nobody wanted but I liked summer rains, they washed all my pain away, while the sun was still shining.
Maybe I was just the dirt on your shoes, you cleaned me over and over again, making me disappear and I always came back on rainy days where you accidentally step into a puddle of mud and I'm once again stuck on your shoes.
The frickle of sparkle in your eyes has me thinking and everytime I look myself in the mirror and focus on my dull eyes, all I see is you.
I wonder what kind of thoughts cross your mind every time you lay your eyes on me, and it's so wrong of me to be satisfied with the smile of pity on your face everytime you see me.
And i keep rereading all the sad poems I ever wrote you and it made me realize how much I was in love with you and how that unrequited love is slowly dying and fading away, the wind taking all the dust and broken pieces you left of me and making them sink into the sea.
Maybe this is your way of showing your power, the control you have over me, to brag to your friends about the pathetic girl who is in love with you and sees you through different eyes and finds you eternally fascinating.
And as i look through the window pane of my dad's car while we‘re driving through town, i see you in my own reflection and I see you on the sidewalk holding some other's girl hand and I see you in the moon and all the stars and rushing cars and I can't help it but you're my every thought, you have possesed me and I don't think I'm gonna survive this storm and I'm not even sure that I want to.
You're the fire and flame and I'm just a melted candle under your stare.
Manisha Uniyal Jul 2015
Not easy
though I try
hidding my face
when I cry

they turn red
popping out
holding tears
still speaking loud

my worst enemy
they change side
my secrets
they don't hide

looking down
they often frickle
cheated I feel
when tear drop trickles

Manisha
Chineze Aug 2024
Love is a feeling and a decision to do right by your partner.

However, love is heavy on the decision part because feelings are frickle and mostly dependent on how you are treated or feel at certain points.

Unconditional love is a mirage. Only 2% or less will experience this. What the rest will experience is either close enough to love or not love.

For those who experience "close enough to love", have to keep the engine of love greased by their constant efforts. Else it will rot like a dead plant.
cmp Sep 2020
hear ye
inner void riddle our bliss
sinner frickle voidance we of time surpass
though meek dead inherit soil or pollutant
tru gawd terraform condition
excel all's wake of just being alive
well-lived
Manvi Arora Jun 2020
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE OKAY WITHOUT PRETENDING
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE HAPPY WITHOUT DEPENDING
NO,ITS NOT LIKE I AM ALONE
ITS ALL ABOUT THIS STUPID THING IN MY RIBCAGE WHICH IS PURELY TORN
NOT INTO PIECES BUT ITS SHATTERED
CAUSE LATELY I DIDN’T KNOW THAT NOT EVERYBODY MATTERED
I AM AWARE THAT PEOPLE DON’T STAY
BUT WHAT ABOUT THESE MEMORIES WHICH DON’T GO AWAY
THOSE MILLIONS OF DROPS WHICH FRICKLE UPON  MY CHEEK SAY YOUR NAME
OF THE ONE WHO DID WRONG AND FINGERED  ME AT BLAME
I WAIT FOR THE DAY MY CARS PLAYLIST STOPS REMINDING ME OF YOU
THE DAY WHEN THESE STRUCK THOUGHTS “HOW TO ESCAPE?” FIND A CLUE
THESE DROPS ON MY CHEEK WON’T DRY SO SOON
UNTIL THAT DAY I AM HAPPY THAT ATLEAST WE STARE AT THE SAME MOON

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