Is your name always going to be my favourite, if I subtract the 𝘦𝘤𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 of hearing it and the 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 of a routine - 'saying your name' (in different ways and tones, although I prefer the short and sharp one) ?
Is there going to be a day when the things I say no longer makes sense to the one person who used to understand it the best? They say we never know the last time until there's no next time. It hurts, but it's the truth- our love is a tortured metaphor with a concealed expiry date!

How much more time do you think we have left together, until the remnants of our story become mere flashes in our memories? I wish there was a way to know, as I accept ever-so-slowly fairy tales aren't meant to be!

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There's negotiations
And hesitations
in a place where
I call the 'mind'.
The voices are silent now.
May the villain rest in peace.

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In all the hesitancies
and pseudo fallacies,
Disrupting the last speck
of our dear self esteem
There was never a time
Where you parted from me
Or me from you.
And in all yesterdays,
We held strong,
braving our hearts
Against what we
know is the storm.
Fear not my darling,
Your worries shall
set with the sun!

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Will you make a promise
from one lone wolf to the other
to meet at the top of this very cliff
above the tantrums of the sea
a little further into the night
in the next full moon sky?

Will you hold this promise
between two lone hearts
seeking its half ?

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Not today.
Today I don't have the energy to
happily nod yes to everything they say, reply to her text waiting in a corner,
hush the loud thoughts playing nonstop in my head,
hold in that outpouring love for them,
talk about why I am acting up lately,
justify my NO, even if it's mine alone,
follow you (and your exclusive interests) around,
hold back from hugging you,
be on the waiting end and sidelined evermore.

Today, I don't have the patience to explain and re-explain what is really wrong. I'm tired of being used and disposed off, and kept in the obscurity as you please. I'm not okay with running away as soon as my heart starts racing, but I'm also not okay with staying unhappily in a place I don't want to be, wearing a soon-to-tear 'all is well' mask.

I'm not okay with a million things and don't ask me to put up a list today.

Can I be me?
- with no conditions
and no questions asked

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She touches the sky wherever she goes.
She owns the place with her curly long locks.
She is a walking lugubrious extravaganza,
Hiding the dismay in a flowy black suit.
She radiates a dubious aura,
'Lugubrious' if I may dare say !

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Is it a sin to covet a long lost connection
When the bridge is broken
And neither of you take the blame nor
Take a risk to reignite the dying flames

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It's just a word, 6 letters.
Yet everytime I find it
It's your thoughts I run into.
The 'warmth' of your hug,
a cold human sheltered in your arms,
encircled by your hands,
in an abundance ocean of love.

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You add colours
to my otherwise
quotidian existence.
Pick one red or blue -
the vibrance it exudes,
it's all you!

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What if, embracing my tender heart and its just glued pieces, seals the wounds - the bleeding and apparently healed ones, once and for all? What if that's the only remedy I need right now?

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