A Vintage Print

I wonder what's harsher?  When they say that they don't love you Or When they say that they don't love you any........ more.  I wonder what makes the heart break into more pieces?  When they leave abruptly ? Or When they struggle to stay  I wonder what's sadder?  Being alone  Or  Being lonely when together I wonder how the heart will be?  When the heart is whole again  When the wounds have healed If it will he the same lonely when together I wonder how the heart will be?  When the heart is whole again  When the wounds have healed  If it will be the same  Will it be stronger?  Will it be braver?  Will it be harder?  Or will it still stay soft? Skip at the thought of love Will it be courageous enough to feel again?  Yes it says Go ahead and fall again, it says I'm made to love and break l'll be here Still , when its all over  Soft as ever .

People say " come out from shell "  "Be a party animal "  " Speak more "  " Speak often "  " Increase the volume of your voice "  . . . . . . Words , for me  , a bomb having five letters  Sometime healer  Sometime destroyer  Sometime motivator  Sometime de motivator  Sometime pain giver  Sometime pain killer  Sometime pacific  Sometime torturer  Words when rightly placed cause beautiful timbre  And when not rightly placed chaos  As word can mend your broken part in the same  way it can satter you into pieces and make u paralyze  And yeah , at the end of day they ask me , " why measure my words before speaking ?? "  " Why can't i get rid of myself from this ' reticent self '  .....well my dear friend exactly know the answer ...they predict the line that i would say ...:  " Tum nahe samahajo gai "

Day 447th since we talked for the 1st time Your eyes beam suspicion How does one even remember such a thing, "I don't", I say, "I just never forgot". Memories, they are a tricky thing How I still remember the 1st text that l sent you, How I don't remember the last, On my part, I never thought there was going to be one, Last How could we. But farewells never fare well So maybe it's better this way, UnbeknownstIf I could say it though, my last words to you, I'd tell you, I hate you -Do you though? "No" "I am still trying"

Things  i won't  say to you   I like you , i guess.  Last time i had a coffee  it smell like you i felt like tasteing it but i didn't .  You biting  your lips make me bite mine .  It does not taste as good .  I like your name on your my  tounge  i like your tounge on mine .  Last time i saw you , you weren't  even there . My eyes are playing  my brain can't  comprehend   Things that make me smile - black coffee  , sleepless night that i didn't  ask for , butterfly  in and out my stomach, and you .  My happiness  does not sound happy without you .  Ever since you left , i dont lock the door anymore  . I am afraid  you wont knock . I alwayz hated goodbye expect the one that i never got . I don't  hate you though , i think... DID  I STILL LOVE YOU ........???????

I sit down to write and my mind is completely blank. Writer's block, a lazy excuse I read somewhere. So many things I want to say and yet I'm unable to capture the beauty of it the way I want. That's when I think of you. And my words flow... Your skin smooth like silk, your lips warm and inviting, your arms that crush me against the length of your body. I can write a whole book on the way you make me feel and still find it incomplete. Or maybe I should write a saga on our story.  There are things I wish to tell you in person, things that I want to say aloud as I look into your eyes. But as always, the words refuse to leave my mouth, getting stuck somewhere in between my throat that I swallow it in haste.  Would I ever be able to tell you how much you mean to me? Will I ever have the courage to do so? Or will I be labelled as a freak of nature for daring to love you? Just because I'm a clumsy like you?

7. Days since i last thought about you . 6.shots i did last night  Because .....nothing  i am running  out of reason  why . 5. Time i tried to call you  4.letters to the words we've grown together . 3.time u hang up on me  2.hours since we last broken up (i'didn't) 1. Second till i split myself open . O. Tell me its not too late . Not yet  , plzzzzzz

           PAST ONE  MONTH  I  fell in love 18 time last month  19 , if you count that one cab ride back home when it was raining more than usual . That one girl without an  umbrella  wearing specs that didin’t fit her  Wet hairs and wetter lips  And it’s Funny how I’ m still convinced  How when I winked at her ,  She winked back ,  Funny because  I never winked at her ,  Did she wink back though? Or That one time while  running late for a class you shouldn’t be running late for ,  only  to enter the wrong room at the right time.   If ever stolen  glance there were  a thing , I could’ve  sworn I was lready on my way to robbing memory banks  With her flipped one side , and book on other I guess I was tired  of falling  for faces by then   I fell  for her laughter  instead  Her silhouette  still  smile at me . ...