Inked.

Brown.
The color of your eyes when you first confessed that you loved me. They lit up like a string of fairy lights when I told you that I've been dying to hear those words from you.
Gold.
The color of my aura when we kissed. I felt as if I was complete. I could've died happily. Silver.
 The color of the metal rose you gave me because you thought that rose could never perish just like our love. The rose still has the smell of your cologne lingering on it.
Red.
 The color of your lips when you smiled at me with sunlight pouring all around us on the terrace of the food court. You looked beautiful.
Bronze.
The color of the sun kissed skin of your hand when you held mine, sitting in the afternoon sunlight, talking about the deepest secrets of our families.
 Pink.
The color of my cheeks when you said that I looked beautiful. No matter how greasy my hair was. No matter how my nails were bitten to stumps. No matter how fat and ugly I felt. You never failed to make me feel beautiful.
 Grey.
The color of my alarm I felt when things started to go wry. You started making excuses.
 Blue.
 The color of my mood when you stopped texting. You started ignoring me.
 Purple.
The color of my soul when I realized that the promises you made were never meant to be kept.
 Black.
 The color of my heart when I finally realized that it was the end and my heart couldn't bear the brunt of the pain you left behind.

Keep Dreaming!

Unkept Promises.

You said you didn't use me,
then why am I feeling like a whiskey bottle, which is only important until the drink's over. Gone.
You said you would never hurt me,
then why do I feel as if someone just ripped open my chest, yanked my heart and guts out and left me lying on the floor to die. But not quite dead.
Undead.
You said you'd never leave me,
then why am I feeling like a lone cigarette in the pack.
Unlit.
You told me that you'll never break my heart.
Then why do I feel as if it just broke into a thousand hundred pieces and there's nothing -NOTHING!- I can do to put it back.
Together.
You said you love me.
And now I look back to all these promises you didn't keep and why does it feel as if you never loved me at all.

Parallel Lines.

"No honey, we aren’t parallel lines. We crash together in the most destructive passion and when we meet, it always ends with a broken heart. Always my broken heart. So no. We are anything but parallel lines. We are not the same."

Keep Dreaming!

Contradictions.

My life has been a series of contradictions. Every time I think I can't do it, I do. Every time I think yes, it is the end, it's not. Every time I try to hold myself back, I fail. Every time I try not to stumble on your stupid lies, I trip. Every time I try not to fall for those soft brown eyes, crooked smile and faint acne around your nose, I fall. I fall hard. It's so hard not to. I hold myself back from what I yearn because I know, that when you abandon me and I crash on the floor, with shudders running up and down my body, shaking me apart and I give my 100 per cent not to let the pieces of my heart scatter at your feet. I know that you won't be the who helps me to stop shuddering and sweep all those pieces. For I know this much that, I am alone.
Keep Dreaming!

To love is to destroy.

If your love is my impending destruction, then it is also the cure.
And I'm ready to be destroyed a hundredth-fold, to come at your doorstep for a tenth-fold of your love. 

Keep Dreaming!

Forever.

So many times in our life, some moments leave us uncertain.
With absolutely no answers.
So many little touches, whispers, caresses and words. And of course, the imprint on our soul too.
 There are some people, who when leave you, it just hurts. You remember them. You cherish the memories.
 But then, there are some people who when go away, it destroys you. . You were so, so dependent on their existence in your life. They were your life.
Then BAM!
You 're not with them anymore.
It freaking aches.
Your insides turn and your legs turn into jelly. It tears you apart, the mere thought that you're never gonna touch them, never gonna hear them say your name again.
 Their essence is gone from your life. It's never a good feeling.
They're good as dead. But you don't want it to be that way.
You want them to stay forever.

I know, forever is a misconception.
Nothing lasts forever.

But I thought we would.

Keep Dreaming!

Apathetic.

No.
I swear, he isn't normal.
He's more than that.
Like a cool and chilling soda, that hasn't gone flat.
Colorful is his soul, his faith isn't in a leap.
He relies on his strength.
He's never weak.

Erratic are her eyes.
The darkness she holds inside is bound to go berserk.
She holds on to this world
only for the longing in her heart;
That she will find a place, where her life will start.

Apathetic and selfish, they say, are
the teenager of our gen.
For people don't see the wildness in their mind as they lift
a world worth of pain.

Pressure, pressure!
It's too much to bear.
As you ask, they say, why do you even care?
Step into their shoes, and you will see,
Care and Love is all they'll ever need.
Keep Dreaming!