You walk into your room, closing the door behind.
You thank yourself for taking the time in the morning to make your bed,
And now you just fall into it
Letting go of all the weight on yourself
The cool clean sheets soothe your desperation
And you sigh in relief
It doesn't feel so wrong right now
But doesn't feel so right either
You run your palms over the fabric
Missing the one who could be there
You don't think you want anyone either
But you could do with someone to tell you, it's okay
But no one's there
And your palms trace the emptiness telling you it's okay
You be strong for yourself because you don't have a choice
No one can fix this, only you can
But your body is tired,
You feel it from the heaviness you are easing out
You are tired of being strong
You wish it were easy, simple, it isn't.
You wish to be saved, you can't be.
Wishful thinking
You know you are your own saviour
You are strong, you will fight
You will not give up
The damp pillow that took your tears
Hold you as you hold yourself to sleep.-
A desperate measure.
After everything fails, you simply let it go.
Let it flow. I seriously have no idea what to write, but I think I need to do something now, hence this. I was skipping the prompts, like I usually do nowadays, just wanting my daily dose of midnight poetry that has come way past midnight now. I lost interest midway, to be honest, because I was too haphazard in my thoughts. Still am. I am not going anywhere with this as you can tell. You won't find any hidden message or thought provoking idea here. But maybe you could relate- when it does not make any sense and you try to join the dots to come up with a masterpiece only to realise that perhaps being nonsensical and random and all over the place was what it was all about.-
Remember the damselflies we used to chase around the playground in school?
Remember their colours? I definitely remember a purple one too. And a yellow one. And a blue one.
They were so, so beautiful and I loved that how it was our secret little game.
Just you and me, away from this world, in our green grass, school bags on the ground somewhere, our knee length socks filled with the annoying grass seeds, that we loved to remove one by one too!
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A stab, but psychologically gratifying. Weird kind of a turn on.
No wonder I prefer unrequited love.
It was a confirmation about my loveability, rather, lack of it.
I am wondering about bad tastes. Mine as well as yours.
Yes, yes, I know it's about you.
You think we weren't meant to be.
You fell out of it. You were sorry. Whatever.
Don't take away my thunder now.
Your departure is also about me.-
What if you don't have any talent or you are not as talented as you thought you are?
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Recommended for Potterheads only (Muggles are welcome, but spoilers ahead).
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She was swaying silently,
Everyone ignored her,
Used to her swaying,
Eyes closed, she suddenly began hopping,
Light jumps, back and forth,
Hop on one leg, one in the air,
Repeat with the other.
Laughs escaped their lips as they tried to copy her,
After five seconds,
She felt a new energy within her,
And she jumped ahead arms swinging forward
As if she was about to bowl in cricket
But only she pushed out her other arm from under her torso
Gave them way to wave,
Hopping simultaneously
She let her body sweep all the air around
And threw it towards the sky
The possibilities were limitless
She started moving around the whole room,
Arms outstretched, like a bird,
People began moving out of her way,
She laughed
She would not hit anyone anyway
She knew what she was doing.
"Sylvia
Yes, Mickey
How do you call your lover boy
Come here, lover boy
And if he doesn't answer
Oh lover boy
And if he still doesn't answer
I simply say
Baby, oh baby
My sweet baby, you're the one."-
It's scary to feel jealousy sometimes, especially when it becomes a revelation. Such as, if I am jealous, does that mean I have actually invested that much in it? I can't say it's pleasant. I have made up my mind that there won't be any kind of discussion about it. Unresolved questions are better than solved confessions and subsequent vulnerability. But that doesn't stop the imaginary stories I have come up with about proximity and attractiveness of unattainability. Thankfully, I am a person who simply loves to feel and does so with complete loyalty to emotions. Actions, I am not sure, I am more of a words person.
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