Whenever I tell you you've changed, you make me understand so many things to prove me wrong. You tell about all those big things you've done for me. All those moments we had together. But still I remain unsatisfied with these answers. Then you start arguing on this and when I cry, all you do is meet up and we spend couple of hours, smile, hug and have some happy moments. But those moments are uncertain. I know these are temporary. Once we'll go home, things will be back to normal. And you know the problem is that only I notice this. Only I feel this. Only I know what has changed. Only I know that "you" have changed. These meet ups are nothing infront of all the pains I suffer from. Those lonely sleepless nights, those melancholic days, those depression, anxiety and every other bad feeling that surrounds me literally from everywhere. And you know why this happens to me? Because for girls, little things matter. They make us happy and only they push us towards miseries, pain. Large and expensive gifts aren't really our needs. All we need is some genuine care and true love. So when you shower them, we love that and remember every little things you do to make us happy. Similarly, we also notice all those small changes in you. And maybe that's what tears us apart. And now I also know these writings have no use. These are mere words to you. But for me, these are very little expressions of what I actually feel.
Wouldn't you all like to write about how you faded?
I held the phone Blurry in my hand But not those letters, no Those letters "I don't need you anymore " Rang like Christmas bells in my head As clear as the fear telling me It was real
I was high on three bottles Of the cheapest wine walking barefooted on the Stone cold road What good were shoes, They couldn't help me stand
Like a 30-storey concrete erection Everything loomed above me I felt left, I felt forgotten Even the night I was so fond of Had moved on, left me to myself
Amongst the many voices Something was trying to break through And then two blazing suns hit me I smiled and recalled my favourite art A girl bleeding on the road With rainbows in her head I had pictured myself like that Umpteen times
It was a good way to go I would be carried away By souls I had befriended long ago Though the only regret was My last night was drunk And I couldn't write a poem Of how I died
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