the love you didn't receive is the love you didn't deserve.

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even the constant sky,
changes its colours.
how can you expect,
mere people not to?

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I seek refuge

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writing to
not be
by myself.

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I miss you.
It has not been an easy year for me without you.
I wake up each day with a wish that it was all a dream. Reality strikes me hard when your paws aren’t caressing my face. I wish for those days when you would listen to my rants on Monday morning and turn your face away when you got to know that you were not a part of my Friday night shenanigans or smell of another canine.
Do you remember the nights we sneaked out to the terrace and spent the night cuddling, as our favorite songs played on a loop? Of course you would, but only if you were here. How stupid of me to ask you the questions whose answers I don’t welcome!
I miss your naughty eyes always prying for food, I miss your sullen face before I left home and the delightful wagging of your tail as I open the gate when I return, I miss our incessant hugs out of nowhere and a thousand more of your demeanors.
I miss you and I miss being me.

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Do
not
assume
my thoughts,
in
the
presence
of my silence.

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life comes to a pause
for a wilted flower on the table,
disgruntled voices smelling whiskey,
heaping praises on its withering.
there was only nothingness in offer
from lips that hadn't tasted another...
dingy old bars up the road
playing shitty music
and it is from one of their own.

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the dream is to carry you to the darkest corner
and watch you melt with every touch.

you like a candle and i, the fire.

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let it break my heart few more times,
I have my words for comfort.

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-a woman by the sea-
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