Destruction in disguise.

I'm the silence after a talk.
I'm satisfaction.
I'm the ocean which wears away the sand.
I'm anarchy.
I'm the air of the atmosphere, which
either breaks havoc or nourishes.
I'm naissance.
I'm the cream in your coffee.
I'm improvement.
I'm the cherry on top of the cake.
I'm the best part.
I'm the first rays of Sun, giving light to the world.
I'm the statue of hope.
But most importantly,
I'm a women.
I can be the glue.
Or destruction in disguise.

Keep Dreaming!

Messy Healing.

 I gave you my everything,
but my love wasn't enough to make you stay.
So you left me all alone,
and made me hit the bay.
Waking up each morning,
a constant pain is there,
which will diminish over time,
but now it's here and there.
I see you in every place I go,
you won't just go away,
But it lessens over time
 then why does your heart cut over mine?
Each and everyday.
I know time heals everything,
so why won't it heal me fast?
Seeing me in such a situation,
isn't it a big contrast?
So I wake up each morning,
 to hope to make you go away.
'Cause my heart can't bear so much,
but it's bearing it anyway.
In the night, I close my eyes,
to see you walk away.
A fresh wave of agony hits me now,
but oh well! I'll bear it anyway.
Until I heal, until I hope,
until I love again.
Until I see you in a garbage bin,
which will make me smile again. :)

Keep Dreaming!

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.

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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."

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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!