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  • hpnerd 15w

    i wanted to write about mornings,
    but I ended up writing about how each morning i wish i woke up to your texts like i did before. and how i still look at my phone wishing there's a message from you, and there never is.

    i wanted to write about music,
    but i ended up writing about how your voice is the most soothing sound i have ever heard. how a voicenote from you, saying i love you made all my problems seem so inconsequential.

    i wanted to write about winters,
    but i ended up writing about our first kiss in december, with the chilly air hitting our faces and a warm fuzzy feeling filling us as soon as our lips touched.

    i wanted to write about the rains,
    but i ended up writing about how i always miss you when it starts to pour and you always found a text on your phone saying so and how even now, every time it rains, it takes everything i have to not tell you that i wish you were here.

    i wanted to write about the future,
    but i needed up writing about you instead, maybe because the only thing i knew about my future was that I couldn't have one without you. cliché, i know.

    i wanted to write about sunsets,
    but i ended up writing about how everytime we'd sit together watching a sunset, you'd end up staring at me instead. i guess our love was like the sunset, lasted a few beautiful moments.

    i wanted to write about sins,
    but i ended up writing about how if loving you was a sin, i'd look god straight in the eye and tell him that i want no place in heaven, because the way your lips fit perfectly on my neck is a type of paradise i'll never forget.

    i want to write about so many things, love, heartbreak, demons, silences, thunderstorms, poetry- but i guess we both know what i'd end up writing about :/

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  • hpnerd 21w

    someday, i'd look at your picture,
    and my heart won't ache with longing.
    when i see you and realise
    that your heart is no longer my belonging.

    someday, i'd see a couple holding hands,
    and it wouldn't remind me of you.
    of how you intertwined your fingers with mine under the table,
    and how you always gave it a lil squeeze just before you withdrew.

    someday, i'd be walking home in the rain,
    and the raindrops falling wouldn't make me crave you.
    wish that you were there standing in front of me,
    and kiss me right on the lips, out of the blue.

    someday, i'd look at my phone in the morning,
    and yours wouldn't be the text my eyes would be frantically searching for.
    and my face wouldn't light up like a christmas tree
    when your name pops up on my phone.

    someday, someone would ask me what my favourite song is,
    and i wouldn't almost say, 'his voice'
    for it is still the most soothing sound i have heard,
    and i'd listen to it all my life if given a choice.

    someday, i'd be completely over you,
    but today's not that day
    today i'll just sit by myself and write poems about you,
    trying to make up for your absence, as they say

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  • hpnerd 39w

    There's more to life than the guy who just broke your heart. There are Christmas lights on a cold winter evening and people singing carols to warm you up from within. There are cosy cafes in dimly lit streets and alleys with vintage chandeliers. There are Friday nights when you're so exhausted from dancing with your friends that your feet hurt and saturday evenings when you sleep cosily tucked inside your blanket with a book in your hands. There are wine bottles waiting to be opened over a heart-to-heart talk with your mother and a pile of leaves outside your home waiting to be jumped upon with your brother. There are mornings when you wake up to the heavenly aroma of coffee made by your father and your sister's sweet laughter when she eats pancakes made by you for breakfast. There are days filled with adventure and a bubble bath waiting for you at home. There is sweet wine to drink with your bestfriends and karaoke songs to butcher with any willing participant. There are adventures waiting in some far off country with a boy who will look at you like you're the only girl in the whole damn world. There is more to life than heartbreak and I hope you see it.

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    a reminder?

  • hpnerd 39w

    Lame, scroll.

    To the guy sitting alone at the end of the library near the classics section,
    I saw you that day when my friend dragged me to the library even though I have no interest whatsoever in books. I'd rather go out and check the latest collection of clothes in a Zara showroom. But then I saw you sitting there, alone in a corner, a single tear falling from your eye. And I was immediately taken aback by the sight, until I saw a book in front of you. Before that day, I never knew people could cry reading books. I walked up to you slowly and sat down beside you to take a peek into the book, titled 'Anna Karenina'. You took a look at me and went back to reading and for some reason, that drew me towards you. Maybe it was the fact that no guy had ever done that upon seeing me? Nope, it was not the fact that you seemed someone who'd be hard to get. Your eyes, with tears threatening to fall down drew me in. And I knew I won't be able to forget them anytime soon. You finished reading the book and all the while, I continued sitting beside you, doing nothing but staring at what would be my first experience at love. And soon, this became a ritual. Saturday evening, 7pm, classics section. You would read and I would watch you do so, and then we both would exchange a few words and part our ways. Until one day, I found myself alone at the corner table. There was no sight of you. I waited and I waited, one saturday, another, and then another. Till I understood that you weren't coming back. Maybe you had shifted? I thought it was inconsiderate of you to not contact me before you left, but then I was just a random girl you met in a random library, while I loved you so fiercely, it was almost a religion. You left me, all alone in that library. But oh love, can I ever be alone surrounded by books? As Fitzgerald said, "that is the beauty of all literature, you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. That you belong." To the guy sitting alone at the end of the library near the classics section, I still remember the day I saw you shedding a tear over a book. And yes, you gave me my first experience at love, but it wasn't you who I fell in love with, it was literature. Since that day, I've lived a thousand lives and I've loved a thousand loves. Maybe someday we'd meet again, in another isolated library and this time maybe I'd have the courage to talk to you. Until then, I got my books.

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    That is the beauty of all literature, you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. That you belong.

  • hpnerd 70w

    It doesn't hurt that you chose her. She's prettier than me, smarter than me, not broken like I am. Her smile is brighter than the sun, her eyes are as blue as the sea, and her laugh is like the melody of the most beautiful song I've heard. She's your favourite book, and I'm just a page of it. She's really the obvious choice.
    I'm happy for the two of you, honestly.
    Sometimes I see you holding her, and it looks like you're scared to let go. I see her smile up at you, and I can just tell that she's lost in your eyes. I'm glad that you found love.
    It doesn't hurt that you chose her. But do you know what does? The fact that I almost had you. You almost loved me. You held me like that and I smiled at you the same way she does now.
    But something happened, and suddenly you're all I can think about, when to you I'm just a distant memory.

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    A DISTANT MEMORY

  • hpnerd 102w

    Dear people, start romanticizing your life.

    I recently read somewhere that when you die, you won't regret the things you did. You'll regret the things you didn't do. You'll regret not taking part in the annual play just because it would distract you from your studies and affect your CGPA. You'll regret not striking up a conversation with that girl you saw in the metro. You'll regret not telling your parents how much you love them. You'll regret not joining your brothers when they were jumping in the leaf piles just because you had some homework left.
    So guys, live your life..
    Compliment a random stranger on their outfit. Cut your hair and get a new look. Buy your friends flowers on their birthday. Write a long letter to someone with whom you've lost touch over the years. Plan a sleepover. Laugh till your stomach hurts. Wake up early to watch the sunset. Learn how to play the guitar. Cook even if you don't know how to. Go have a swim in the ocean. Eat that ice cream even if you have a cold. Stay up all night. Sleep in. Fall in love again..
    So that when you die, you have memories, not dreams.. <3

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    Memories, not dreams..

  • hpnerd 104w

    You know you are a bookworm when..

    Your house is one book away from being considered a library. <3

  • hpnerd 106w

    You know you are a bookworm when..

    You don't have a relationship, just a.. ship <3

  • hpnerd 106w

    So this one isn't mine but I couldn't resist sharing it. <3
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    A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or darkness, but how do I tell them that I once took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover's once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
    Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought that all the stars are in my eyes.

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    I can become ugly to someone who once thought that all the stars are in my eyes..

  • hpnerd 107w

    Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?