The thing about being alone is,
That's exactly what you wanted.
And, When they leave you be,
You don't really like it.

I know I m bound to fall.
And, when I fall I shall break.
But when I m up I m sure,
You ll be there.

Panic and Perplex were angels,
                   Until God, grounded them.
                                                       Mid-Flight.

If being in pain is scary,
letting the world see what,'s on your head is worse.
A regular battle between the dearest brain and heart.

I m not sure which is worse.
You lying because you can't say the truth and then getting judged for it
Or
telling the truth and then getting burnt by the weight of it.

Let me sit on your lap,
my legs around your
waist.

Your hands tracing
my back, tugging
at my hoodie.
Reaching my neck,
fingers tangled in my hair.

One palm cupping my
cheek,
Your thumb leaving caresses,
on my lips, jaw,
everywhere.

Your eyes hold mine,
and my breaths come
in sharp bursts

Move in to kiss my lips
Adorn my neck instead.
Pepper me with kisses
Pamper me, into becoming
a spoilt brat

Hear me sigh into
your ears.
Hear me whisper,
"Can we do this
all the time?"

Can I be your old cardigan?
holding your scent,
your sweetest memories?

Can I be your cardigan?
the one you'd ditch
cool clothes for?

Can I be your cardigan?
The one who keeps that you warm,
even when the world keeps moving on?

Will you let me be that old cardigan of yours,
part of your unchangeable past
The solace, you keep asking for?

Our bodies fit perfectly
hearts racing rapidly
lips harmonising ceaselessly

Nebula gawks
making asteroids stop
No evidences,
just stars,

No one but You and I

Gleaming stones dull
In comparison,
set aside to our
brewing passion

You light my day
like carousels do
to a carnival

It was supposed to be a game,
Turned out to be a curare,
Hit by the same dart,
Only I writhe in pain,
I m glad you got away.

It was supposed to be a game,
Turned out to be a curare,
The hunter became the hunted,
You are to be blamed.

It was supposed to be a game,
Turned out to be a curare,
Your footsteps left my side long ago,
The memories refuse to follow.

It was supposed to be a game,
Turned out to be a curare,
It's pulled me down i dont think there's any coming back,

It's supposed to be a game,
Turned out to be a curare,
Fare thee well dear one
Fare thee well.

This is worse than any snare known,
Fare thee well dear one,
Fare thee well.

After all
It isn't as bad as your absence.
I assumed it was a game
Turned  out to be a curare
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He was the first man in my life.
It was upto him to make me smile
I used squeal as he threw me up,
And when I swung away I was assured
I' d swing back.
Somehow, before I returned, he just went too far.
He was my dad.

Perhaps we re all diamonds.
Hurt to beauty,
breath-taking eventually.

She fell from the cliff,
Her heart drummed hard.
But something happened,
She was surprised!
When she fell, her wings
Flapped hard
Before she knew she glided past the vast ocean,
In the calm of the blue sky.
She found joy in her fall.
She had realised, you learn to fly,
Only when you
Fall

You fare thee well only to those you wanna see again.
I hope to come back soon enough.
This is, good bye.

I know forever is a longtime.
And that happy endings are for Disney,
But I really want you.
Just you, Forever

Our hearts drummed in harmony
Souls synced invariably,
If this is 'nt love
what could be?

I hold you in songs and stories I narrate,
Turns out I was right all along.
We now know I did love you more.

We’ve had arguments before.
On who’s hurt who the most.
You’d say I did you,
And I’d yell “oh please”

You’d bring up the one time I slipped up,
And I’d hold onto the million times you let me down.
Your secrets mine, your scars mine.

Not that I was a better person, we were both kids after all.
And then I heard. you’ve been telling people.
Versions that don't exist.
What can I say,

I know we’ve had arguments before.
There will be no more.
I know it hurts, trust me,
I do.

However,
You did hurt me more.
And the price of it belongs to you.

And I’d rather walk away now,
Walk away and never come back
Irrespective of how much I miss you.
Irrespective of how it feels.
I’ll walk away, and never return.

Return to see how things could’ve been if I had stayed.

I hope in some time,
I would have moved on,
That you would replace me.

This is the way it is supposed to be.
This is the play we made to see.
It’s not our fault,
We were never meant to be.

I still feel your lips,
Pressing against mine.
It's slight pressure, erases the bad
Gives me hope to go through this night

i need one more of that kiss
you've burned into my memory,
some more of the warmth,
accustomed from within your arms.
I need you, i really do.