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Lover

You made me vulnerable when your lips burnt against my bare skin.
I was terrified with my thoughts running wild.
You’re my poison and you’re my lover.

Subtle Desires

He was a spectacle to my sore eyes,
His lips twirled with pretty lies.
I was stunned by my own wild desires,
His fluent touch set my skin on fire.
His kisses cascaded down my curls with subtle praises,
and my heart fluttered at his flawed promises.

Beautifully chaotic..

This mind, it's twisted.
 It's yours, but it's not yours.
It drags you down and then it hoists you up.
It hates you, but it loves you.
This mind, it's an abyss of darkness and madness
and only the brave would dare to escape. 


This heart, it's fickle.
It desires the impossible.
It's yours, but you'll never own it.
 It wants, and it doesn't want.

This heart, it's a parade of fleeting infatuations and envy
and only the wise would dare to get close.

Delerium.

   His heart was as pure as Tuscan gold.
   She thought he deserved better than her touch of cold.
   She had nothing to give him but madness she owned. 
   Little did she know that her heart was wrong.

Love, unrefined.

I’ve been in love, a many times. Maybe I shouldn’t call it love. It was a feeling pettier than love. I cannot give a proper definition to how I felt that time. Maybe it was a replacement to the emptiness I felt constantly. I was young, blooming out of the wilds. Kisses and broken hearts were a recurrent element of our lives. We welcomed attraction with open arms and kissed them our goodbyes in a fleeting second. I’ve too been a victim of young love. But it never felt consequential.

 However with time as I grew in to adult-hood, love started to surmount my life. I fell in love with someone. Part of me knew that I didn’t have a future with him. Part of me wanted to overcome all the obstacles came in our way. I disregarded the separate paths we had to take in future. I was genuinely happy for once in my life. But my relationship didn’t take much time to turn toxic. He had the power to hurt me, because I let him. And he exploited his opportunities. It shattered me wholly. I felt fragile, because leaving him seemed to break me furthermore. We tried to mend our blunders for the sake of love and for some time things were okay. But it didn’t last long either.

 Circumstances tensed between us and took me to a phase where I couldn’t take it anymore. Emotionally and mentally I was torn. It isn’t easy to show courage during desperate times. It completely shattered me when things changed. I wasn’t ready for any of it. I took everything rather pitifully.

 Nonetheless, with my crumbled thoughts and weary tears I finally made a decision to walk out of my relationship. Not because I wanted to, because it felt like the right thing to do. I had to save myself before I had nothing to lose. It was never an easy decision. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. It was a nightmare with memories of him hurtling right through my conscience to my mind.


I cried for days. Some days I starved and some days I binged. I couldn’t get through a single day without shedding a tear, cuddling in to his gifts and photos of us together, sickly tempted to dial his number on my phone. Resisting that urge was agonizing. I realized it was okay to feel that way, I emptied my sorrows with a good deal of tears. I loved him more than life itself. He made a hollow inside my heart that constantly ached.

 Days passed in melancholy, but my tears dried matte. I was getting used to live with the pain. I slowly learned to get back to my old routines. I opened up to friends seeking comfort. I distracted myself with new friends and new hobbies. I was gradually recovering from the heart ache.

 It’s been a while now since it happened. When I look back it now my heart still shrieks a bit, mourning his memories. Because a part of me really believed that he’s my soulmate. I’m in a better place now, with my life back on track. Sometimes I wonder whether I did the right thing. Maybe it wasn’t. But certain things aren’t meant to be and you really can’t do anything about it. Love is either a blessing or a lesson.

 I think I fell in love with the person I thought he was. Because when we broke up he was a different person. Realizing the truth made it easier for me to move on and let go without holding any grudges against him. He wasn’t the person I knew, not the person I fell in love with. Everything about him felt strange. He made me angry, took my sanity away. At that time nothing seemed right except letting go.

 Sometimes you fall in love with people and sometimes you fall in love with the idea of them. I know I loved him for the person he was, his traits and mistakes included. Maybe it wasn’t enough.

True, love isn’t a fairy-tale. But it’s not a bed full of thorns either. Every relationship has its own consequences, predominantly ups and downs. But whatever happens, love is always supposed to make you feel safe and nurtured. It doesn’t bring you down, or show your worst fears. Love makes you love yourself for who you are. Love makes you feel proud in your own skin. Love makes you embrace your imperfections.

If love doesn’t give you hope. If it hurts you more than you can endure,you have all the right reasons to leave. Because you have to learn to love and safeguard yourself first. Love conquers everything, but it only happens when you find the right person.

The escape.

It's easy to cry and it's easier to blame myself for being in this miserable situation.
The voice inside me screams to let go of the pain and memories.
So I cry into the abyss, mourning my relentless love I spent in vain.
Sometimes I wish things were different.
I wish we were happy, together.
Things could have been different, but I can't seem to recall what went wrong.
Was it me? was it you? Or maybe it was both.

But it's too late, don't you think my darling?
You bred a hollow in my heart and it's draining me emotionally and mentally.
I don't know how far I will go.
But I know I won't go too far.
I'm tired. I'm tired of being the one to get hurt, always.
So let me just lie somewhere. Let me sit back and catch my breathe.
Because my darling, I'm going to start over and this time it will be without you.