Won't you?

“Most of us have, at one point, uttered this word.

Perhaps under our breath, as a whisper, fading into the nitrogen of the air. Or written down on a piece of paper, ink bleeding into the organic fibers of the parchment.

Some of us have even screamed this word, a desperate plea, an extended promise, one hand outreached, impatient for another. Some of us have weaved this word into lullabies; some have murmured it between tears and midnight kisses.

'Stay.'”

Horridly dreaded.

 

“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for, and to do it so unconsciously.”

—  Haruki Murakami

Sponged.

Untouched, it seems just as it is.
Even if its torn, or broken up.
It works brilliantly,
taking in any liquid; both clear or polluted, coloured or colourless.




...but like everything else, it has its limits.
Steadily broken.


I tried, and now I don't think I can feel again.
Why? I don't understand why.
I don't even know if I want to know why.
I'm tired of being a sponge.

Is it so hard to love and not be hurt?
It's easy to love. But it is hard to love and not be loved in return.
Why can't I love and not expect you to love me back?
Why can't I care and be happy for you not caring?

Kindly tell me if you do, or do not.
And put me out of my misery.
Sometimes I have a feeling, 
that this is to get back at me for breaking your heart once upon a time ago.
I had my reasons. I still do. 
If only you knew.. then maybe you'll see me differently.

I guess only God can do that.
I'm not God, but I'm a workaholic.
Maybe that's how Spongebob stays so happy, with his krabby patties.

Evolution.

“So build yourself as beautiful as you want your world to be. Wrap yourself in light then give yourself away with your heart, your brush, your march, your art, your poetry, your play. And for every day you paint the war, take a week and paint the beauty, the color, the shape of the landscape you’re marching towards. Everyone knows what you’re against; show them what you’re for.”

Shouldn't we?

I honestly don't see why not, but only everything that's a yes. 

Even if the reason is only one, compared to the other hundreds of voices who'll tell you not.

Look at why we should rather than why we shouldn't. Simple as that. 

I love honesty; just be real with me. 

Tell me what your every emotions and thoughts are.  

Expect the exact reflection of honesty you give me.

But also understand the love and care that comes along with it.

Lies are what keeps us apart.

Remember, unsaid truths are not expressed truth, hence its not pure honesty. 

Two is better than one.

In a relationship, you need somebody who's gonna call you out, not somebody who's gonna let everything slide. You need somebody who doesn't want to live without you, but can. Not somebody that is dependent but somebody who is stronger with you. A relationship is two people, not one.

Believe in you, For you.

Nobody tells you 

it's okay to call yourself beautiful

it's okay to smile at mirrors

and it's perfectly fine

to say your own eyes are pretty.

It is wonderful to love your waist

and your legs

regardless of their size

and you are not conceited

if you use your fingers to list

everything you're good at

rather than point

at all your own flaws

You can acknowledge you're smart

and that you will go places

and you will be someone

greater than your mistakes

You can't always expect 

other people to believe in yourself

for you.

Receiving end.

 

I can get overly emotional. I say too much. Care too much. Express too little. I may not be the prettiest or flawless flower in the field. But I will love you, and every part of you there is to offer. I will see your flaws, and I will love them just as much as I love your strengths. I will be the one to kiss your lips awake in the morning; and sing you to sleep at night. I will love you so deeply that even the ocean would be jealous. I have many flaws; but loving you is not one of them.

Don't let me.

Words may not leave these lips,

Words might not leave this heart,

But please don't take me for granted.
Don't use me just for the sake of filling your heart.

Take me in your arms and keep me there. 

Make me your princess and I'll make you my King.
..this I commit.

Please don't take me for granted.

I'll stop chasing. I know the consequences. I know, all too well, the pain. Just so to see if you would stop to look back, and notice that I've stopped. 

"Turn your head and look for me," hopefully whispering in my head.

Always Just.

     

“We could always just cuddle”

Veiled Mannequin.

Faceless and hollow.

  Her face fading,     

Lips chapping, 

Body shading.

That happens to a tuned out porcelain.

Staring out the same old window,

Looking at strangers' faces pass.

One look is all she gets.

Not a turn, not a wink, 

not a tinge of a smile 

even when she's at her best.

Longing so bad for an acknowledge or two,

Wanting more; a greeting from another.

She's living but barely breathing.

A voice broke,

Full figured with a firm smile, was

All she saw through the reflection off the window pane,

He was,

Limbless to the core,

Lying gently on the floor,

Watching for on coming feet,

Hoping the next would not stomp over him.

His limbs were hers,

Replacing her broken,

He prays for the day she would come to realise she's not alone.

Aching.

Do you know what's scarier than not being in love? 
Falling out of love, and not knowing it had hit you 
but by that time, it all seems like it's a little too late.

All or Nothing

If you love me

for what you see,

only your eyes would be

in love with me.

If you love me

for what you've heard,

then you would love me

for my words.

If you love

my heart and mind,

then you will love me

for all that I am.

But if you don't love

my every flaw,

then you mustn't love me-

not at all.

I saw it when I saw you.

It was when I met you, 

when I understood love song

and why couples danced with each other. 

I understood kissing and why it was the most beautiful thing. 

I understood why heartbroken people cried 

and why they stayed away from everyone when their hearts shattered

 because they needed their space 

to fill it with the voice of their lover who left 

and the memories to bring their hearts' pieces together 

then break them again. 

It was when I met you, 

when I understood what life was all about 

and why people stayed late at night thinking about that someone.

I'm right here.

Falling, Crashing; still Standing.

Time and time again, 
we love people who we cannot have.
Falling in love 
with those whom we can't be with.

Nothing hurts more than being so near yet so far.

My little quirks, 
not all will accept.
My insecurities,
not all shall bear with.
My clingy heart,
not all so uncomplaining.

It's so hard to find someone who'd love you unconditionally.

This heart's forever searching,
for its one and only.
I think I have found you,
This heart is beating for you.

...but am I your heart's last falling?

We could be everything together. 
We can make each other happy.
Kissing each other freely, 
and love with great urgency, not hastily. 

Darling, wherever you are, I'll be here; waiting patiently.

A beautiful noun.

 

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Not because I'm some sadist but, Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

Beauty.

 

 

 

Love Surplus.

So much love this heart contains,

Yet no where, no soul want gain.

What oh what shall I do with you?