If one day.
I look into your eyes.
Hug you tight.
Clingy with you for the last time.
Hold your hand.
Crying infront of you.
Touch your hair.
And said that i love you.
Please.
Don't said anything.
I really mean it.
Sincerely from my heart.
I truly love you.
I'm sorry.
Sorry because i love you and i am the cause you are in pain.
Sorry.
So, when i told you.
That loving you almost make life worth it.
I was not joking.
When i tell you.
That loving you almost make me forget how i hate myself.
It is not a poetry.
I'm a far away friend.
I try to be good.
My love to you I send.
I try harder than I should.
But at least I try.
At least I care.
My dear, don't cry.
I'll be there,
I'll be there.
I’ve locked myself from the inside out
Nobody can open the door but me
You never understood what I was about
In my silence, I would scream and would shout
Why is it that you could never see
You didn’t have the time to understand
The one who thought they knew me best
You didn’t have the time to hold my hand
What I’ve written now has been thought out and planned
You do not know me better than the rest
I made myself invisible to all the remiss
I’ve never known love, only hate
You turned a blind eye to my painful kiss
By the time you see this
It will be too late
I was a flower you picked
And went through the motions of loves me, loves me not;
As my last petal fell,
You decided you really didn't care
We are not two halves of a whole,
we are two wholes that love to nuzzle.
I have learnt to love you,
coaxed from my shell like a frightened puppy;
I have built my home around you
and the ease with which you smile.
The warmth of your presence a cheerful reminder,
my heart has found home.
Safe over sorry,
Lost over loved;
These are the choices, I've had to make,
Because it's easier to catch rain in a cup than on the tip of your tongue.
Recite it over and over again,
I will love myself,
I will love myself.
A feverish prayer,
To my body and soul.
Some nights, I cry and claw at my flesh;
I take down my esteem and crumble it up;
Zero in on me and how I've failed;
I do not love that.
When I am the aggressor,
It plays in my mind,
A faint record gaining strength in repetition;
I will love myself,
I will love myself,
Even when I am a mess.
Everything about falling in love felt like falling apart till I fell for me.
I'm at war with love and all the things it should be,
All the standards I lifted from well sprung fairytales and failed to imprint on the maps of life.
I've stained my hand with pretty paint and received a gruesome picture,
So I've taken to sulking at the mishap,
Because, no one warned me how messy love will be.
If love has been unfair,
Then I have too,
To search for it in foreign hearts
And leave mine desolate,
As though it was incapable without another's touch.