We often forget to not be perfect, we keep striving for a clean solution, a final closure during our low days like we're overnight going to turn into emotionally devoid beings. Self analysis, self checks and acceptance of our flaws is to be better everyday even if by a little. We often forget how long it has taken for us to get here, to be so flawed, anxious, depressed or self conscious and wrong
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I love her, even when it was just an illusion. I only had love...no anger...no disgust..Maybe the reason I’m pretending she is dead. Believe ya it’s a long process.
Sometimes I feel happy, knowing that there is love, I still chose to leave it. I really hoped that things will be different with time, but it seems I lack both energy and efforts to make someone mine. Do understand this is the last.-
Space is darkness.
Whole. Encompassing. Haunting
Hauntingly beautiful when you hold my hand
Encompassed in the warmth of your hug
And you make me whole
Space is light, invading darkness,
when you’re with me 💕-
When I love you...I don’t want to hide
You bring the day....and I night ,
When can we be? Together, just you and me ?
And so the sun pulled her close
There was twilight ❤️-
A woman once told me,
Everything is temporary
To not yearn for anything long
Just move on and be strong
And I heard her
For years i followed her advice
But one fine day, I forgot
And sure enough paid the price
Now I know better,
To care too much, to belong
Just hide your time and have fun
Dance a little and sing a sweet song-
That night she was there, sitting near me, smoking a cigar
Could trace her curves...on that white dress
I wasn’t exactly nervous, it was more like that watching her...made my lower half beat louder than my Heart
She came near me and that strong smell of her cologne was enough to make my dick tear open my restraints.
She came and made that light lick on my ear...and I nearly lost my mind
Her hands around my neck, as her tongue played the rest of the game.
A wish, to be able to grab her....all in vain...my hands...a being to her command-
I know a lot;
From the books that revered about you.
A check on Charles,
clearly sparked within me a 1000 hearts ♥️ .
Texting you every line
Felt like getting closer to cloud nine.
Hoping for this trance to never end,
I wish to listen to you, till the world’s end.
A pure, sweet and beautiful soul that you are;
Expressing myself with you, seems like a dream afar.
But watching you smile....hearing you laugh....
How about we grab a lunch ASAP
Can’t help falling for you 🙈❤️ again and again.....
It’s love ❤️ ....that I hold for you speaking through a paper and a pen 🖊
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Now I didn’t want to bring this up...in this month, when we are celebrating our Independence, our freedom. Shouldn’t we be proud as an Indian, but there are things I guess we Indians should be ashamed of.
Rape culture, yeah!! People don’t think it’s a crime anymore, it’s becoming a tradition out there, people discussing about its future standards.
Basically what Rape culture is like..
”People have it way worse.”
“Things could have gotten worse”
“It’s been year. Get out of bed and don’t sweat it”
“It was just a night”
“It was your fault”
“You’ll get over this eventually “
“Being quiet is the best option”
“Don’t tell anyone, no one is going to marry you”
Rape culture is that someone told you...no one would ever want you again, coz he touched you.
And you believed it.
Rape culture is telling your daughters not to get raped...instead of teaching your sons, how to treat all women.
That sex is not a right and you are not entitled to this
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Show me all the scars that you have,
I want to see the scars on your fingers, and let me hear all about the demons you fought with your bare hands.
I want to see the scars on your back, how all the people out there have hurt you, and I vow not to add to it.
I want to see the scars of your heart, “sorry they can’t be seen”, but I assure you I can feel them. I know all about them, they hurt the most and some might still be open.
I want to see the scars on your face, which are a part of you, they scream to the people out there, how brave you were to face them.
Heyy!!! Will you show me all your scars??
I promise I won’t try to fix them🙂, coz I know you like some of it, the pain which neutralises all other feelings .
But I’m here maybe I want a little pain😅 you can give me any scar you want to, I wanna remember you
I won’t flinch, no screams, no tears🖤 Can you cut me deep as deep as you want 🖤-
I think there is a strange discomfort with having to let somebody go, while having love for them with every breath you take. It’s like all those cries and ache for that one person,who isn’t there. Perhaps that’s what is good for me, but the emotions of uneasiness make it seem...(can’t explain). There is perturbation in having to mute yourself whenever you are close to letting them know the love.
It’s a shame you wouldn’t ever know love,I can’t give you the satisfaction of knowing it,since you didn’t lemme feel loved. I do wish it would have been different...like very very different, but only a flaccid dream. I tore myself apart,until there was nothing left. I broke myself in two, trying to bend backwards.
Perhaps it was just a dream: us...a house...a dog...could be just a childhood fantasy left unfinished.-