"I could go everywhere I wanted to 'cause I had a place to come back to. That place was you for me. "
It was a summer day, Cloudless and warm. You could feel the sun on your face. A perfect day for beach and sunscreens A perfect day for you to wear that yellow bikini That you bought when you lost all that weight. A prize for utmost dedication. A treasured souvenir it was. I'd laugh when you'd hold it in your hands and show it off to me. You were a child trapped in an adult body. I wish I could run my fingers through your hair again. And I hope you'd complain and whine about it.
You were scared to say things out loud. You were scared to be the person you were, Before you learnt to hide things and shut the world out. You asked me to stay with you forever Like a child asking for a toy. And I couldn't promise you, back then. I know you were hurt. So hurt. I wasn't sure about myself keeping that promise. False hope is like a wine stain. It lingers forever. I wish I could promise you now. But now I'm sure you'd break it anyway.
You'd talk to plants Tell them things on your head. You told them about me You said they laughed hearing about me. Trust me, I believed it. I wanted to kiss you right there. The impulse was so strong. I had never felt anything like that before. But the idea of pinning you against the wall And making out gave me an instant hard on. I think I started liking you more ever since.
You'd always carry a book Wherever you went. "People and conversations drain me." you'd say I remember our first date clearly. When I was frantically looking for you at the mall. Calling you a lot of times cause I couldn't find the spot you were at I finally found you and there you were, reading. Transitioned in a different universe. I tapped your shoulder, you looked up angrily. In a jiffy, your expression hopped from being stupid to anxious. And you checked your phone, 10 missed calls. You held my hand all the way, apologizing profusely. The fact that I've found the one just got stronger that day. Ever since, I was hopelessly in love with you.
I remember the day we first made love A rainy afternoon, chilly breeze Fogging windows and wetting everything around us. I slipped my hand between your thighs And you giggled and said you're raining too. I smiled and kissed you as I took off your clothes Feeling your skin against me, warming me. You said my name when I was all inside you And that was enough. Enough for me to come. I cried that day, saying I love you a hundred times. Cause I couldn't believe myself I couldnt believe you, to be with me.
We went places together, Living with you was a dream I never knew I had. I took you everywhere I went 'Cause I couldn't think of staying away. I was/am kinda obsessed with you I could go everywhere I wanted to 'Cause I had a place to come back to. And that place was you for me I've loved you all this time With everything within me I still love you And I don't know how to stop.
It was a summer day Cloudless and warm When the rain decided to surprise me And take you away with it. You died on a summer day That somehow, was a rainy day.
Summer rains remind me of you. The rain stayed, even with you gone. A memoir, a scar in the name of love I carry till my very last.
Come back to me someday Even if you're a raindrop now Stay on my cheek for a while Before you decide to slip off, Once again
She's made of starlight
I can tell for sure.
The way her eyes twinkle
Reflect her soul
Which is a midnight sky in itself
Velvet and blue with a furrowed brow.
With stars pierced on it like pins
on a drawing board
She is dim on some nights
While she lights up on most.
Just a twinkle away from her destruction
Just a 100 light years away from her deathbed.
She's just a faulty star
That I blame everytime
She's just a fault in my stars,
That seems to shine bright.
Her kisses tastes like forevers,
With a bitter aftertaste
She dances and gleams brighter than the sun
On winter days and snowy nights.
Warming you while freezing time. With just a glance and a crooked smile.
I'll love her now, tomorrow and everyday
Till the last bit of some forever falls apart
For I don't know how
To not love someone
Who's embracing her own destruction
To light my way.
I was a messy reader. My books always had stray outlines or scribbled words, that I thought would better fit in instead. I would sit over the armchair, with a piece of gingerbread stuffed in my mouth; that the house sent, when ever they wanted to listen to what I had to say regarding the Bohemian estates.
I went on a few dates occasionally, to auction my tantrums. That is where I saw him. It felt like melting molybdenum. He sat across table with another woman who seemed to have gotten out of a glass of wine before diving into another. He didn't seem like much of a talker and glanced his way every so often towards my rather empty eyes.
My date felt sick after I snatched a few of his minutes tantalizing consortiums and he puked to the cacaphony of my next breath.
He walked towards me after my date left and he called a taxi for his'. We talked about molasses and parabellum and by midnight I was already heaving. We woke each other up the next morning. There was no way I was going to scribble on this book.
He left me at my doorway and promised he'd write to me soon. The next day I recieved a letter addressed to Amanda. The writer talked how he loved her rustic walls, the mole on her right thigh, the lemon cakes and the tea.
I stuffed my mouth with gingerbread, striked off Amanda and scribbled Audrey.