I utter some words on paper
They become poetry
When I write you-
It's an underrated intimacy
to look into each other's eyes,
You see
Your eyes are always open
noticing every possible thing around
But decide to stop for another one's
And tell that heart to have a peace looking into another's,
there is nothing more raw than that.-
When soul breaks,
It doesn't make any sound
But an echo of silence
In between walls of emotions,
Hangs itself
With a rope of numbness.-
Writers are selfish,
For they write about
self pain
And
make whole world
weep about it!-
My heart will always keep this
everlasting love for you.
Exceptionally,
time will always fail
to fade it.-
Every day I struggle with your memories
And every day new one's arrive in the morning like this,
I can't take your image out of my head
And I cry for how wrong it went;
Slipped away from our hands so easily
Like an insignificant moment
But I hope you know
That it was everything for me then
And now when I remember it
It's like knief cutting down all of my veins
I sob
It's ache all over
I scream so you would stop murmuring in my head
The sound of my name
And thousands of I love yous
Which made me feel alive then
And now it's just
Me feeling breathless under the same sheets where we dreamed to sleep.-