I wish i could tell you how your departure left a permanent mark of not trusting anyone again I wish i could tell you how you your touch still lingers on my body and everyday i try to scrub it of and i hate it how i think of you touching another girl just like the way you touched me. I wish i could tell you how I still remember your smile and it warms my heart. I wish i could tell you how i search for you in crowded streets and my hands itching to hold yours. I wish i could tell you how i run back again and again to our favourite spot near that lake and find bits and pieces of our love lying there and how i see flashback of our fights and search for that one sign where you behaved like you were slipping away. I wish i could i tell you how december nights reminds me of our cozy moments soaking up the christmas vibes under the blankets and jamming to justin's mistletoe. I wish i could tell you how much i miss you and how these memories are a constant reminder of your absence and that the pain never goes away and how departures are hard to accept. I wish i could tell you how much it hurts me to see you living without me like i never existed in your life and you never really loved me.
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1- // Nobody told me that how long it takes to get over someone , you loved so ardently. //
Greet my smile and I'll make you happy but if you kept watching you will sink into my mind . My thoughts like a hovering dawn mist befallen after a summer storm , surround you all in. It's amazing what we're capable of when in love , Soul re-settings to thoughts rearranging.
2- // Nobody told me that we poets are made of misery and in order to remind others their humanity , we gulp it all up. //
We always say have a look around and let gratitude be your guide while we write and die , People live. We suffocate , they breathe .
3- // Nobody told me that we are mere words , hanging on the wall's of others like trophies . //
Our words like a warm coffee in the winters protect and comfort others in grief. We inspire others to create masses and bury pieces of ourselves in the palms of everyone who leaves .