She’s still in my 11:11 wish.
She’s like battery for me. When she’s not with me, I instantly fall dead.
What a weird motivation is PAIN
It’s hurting to live without her.It was hurting her when I was with her.I last wrote 5 years ago,Now I’ve written 5 posts in 5 hours.
It’s been 12 hours since I’ve been thinking of talking to her.But every time I make up my mind, My wallpaper reminds me of the story she posted after our fight -‘Be with someone who’s good for your mental health.’
I left because she called me the negativity of her life.I can’t even sleep without hearing her voice.But if I tell her this, she might call it my drama,So I just scream inside and smile outside.She’s doing okay, I saw her posts.I hope she actually loves me someday.
My god knows thatITried.
In the end,I wish I could tell her thatI miss her touch.
I check my phone on every notification.And I lock my screen every timeItIsn’tYou.I do not know for how long Will my screen Stay locked tonight...
Walking down an alley, my feet pamper the concrete,Not thanking the rain, for the sweet wet deceit.Around the corner of this strange dark city,I bump straight into you, a perfect serendipity.We move along together, out of the mist,I make you work your options, you help me make a list.And suddenly everything seems to fall in place, like the outcome of the most awaited race.Yet something is missing, something’s incomplete.Buried in the snow but I still feel the heat, of frozen desires and words unsaid.So let’s ease things and share a smile instead?I never thought Cupid felt the need to be witty,But seeing you is always a fresh serendipity;So I’ll be your emotion, I’ll be my best,Hold on for now, for now, forget the rest.
It’s funny how dead have more peacethan the living.