hollowdemons

His love, so firece. Word 'love' would do no justice.  His eyes defied her, as if she, the denotation of perfection.  His till then heedless life turned around. Changed his ways, solely for her.  Driblet of tear in her eye, his heart would bleed.  The smile on her face, ever more in paradise.  Her odious past he did not bother about, for all he aspired was a future with her.  Opened up to her, like none other.  Admired her for the person she was, stood by her side every inch of the way.  Saw in her eyes when distressed,  Wiped every tear, and kissed every scar.  But what did she do in return? She pushed him away.

You keep coming back.  I no longer wanna think about you, and feel you on my skin. So distant, yet so close is something between us which no longer exists. It hurts, just a little to relive the memories i have had with you, but i no longer wanna think about you. I no longer wanna stab my self, thinking you'll come back and everything will be as fine as it used to be. I no longer wanna torture myself, i no longer wanna miss our late night talks, and our failed attempts at shower sex. I no longer wanna think of how my kisses stained your neck, and how it turned 'pale-purple'. I no longer wanna think about how your lips tasted, but i can still feel it on my tongue. I no longer wanna lean on your shoulder, everytime i am sad, but i miserably die everytime i fall onto your pillow besides mine, you're not here anymore.  I no longer wanna step onto the mines you planted within my soul and boom myself up, and i no longer wanna hear your love stories. I am glad that you...

There are 171,476 words in English, and you won't ever find one to describe what heart break feels like. Your powerful, yet failed attempts at describing a broken heart is of no use. Your contradiction of drugs and humans is nothing great. You will never know, what somebody has been through until you go through, if you go through that, there might be a difference in the pace, hurt and intensity.  You won't find the perfect line to complete the metaphor, because once a glass is broken, it can be fixed but will never be the same shape. Once the skin is burnt, it will heal but will leave a patch. When a bone is broken, it rejoins but will never have the same strength.  Likewise,  When you tell the world, and they clap, on how you describe the drug addicts, i wanna know what you know.  I wanna know, how do you know, what it feels like to smoke the first puff of cigrette. Tell me, how does the chest burn when you drink? Tell me, how does it feel when you sniff co...

Isn't it funny how drugs and humans are given the same amount of tragic importance, but what tragedy have the ciggrettes and drugs caused you? I have smoked more than 5000 cigrettes and drank in rebellion, rolled countless joints and poured alcohol as you stole my candy in understood lied deception. I have sniffed the cocaine, and i've smoked the pot and none of that left me dead, just might be lucky, but i survived.  Well you human, you were something more than any drug. Like magic, fire and water and ice and cotton, i don't know what, but you were something beyond my withstanding capabilities.  I have dropped in streets and lost my way home, but i never forgot how your face looked. I never forgot what promises we made, after 40 shots of vodka, licking the salt and popping lime in my throat i knew where to find you. I have smoked the crystals, and it shrinks the brain, but my brain never shrinked enough to push you out of it. I've bled my nose after direct cocai...

Kabhi dil karta hai kehdun woh har baat tumhay jo kehni chahi hai, aur nahi kahi.  Kabhi dil karta hai, phir dekhun tmhari un gehri ankhon mein, aur sama joun wahan, hamesha hamesha kay liye.  Kabhi dil karta hai, tumhay yaad karun, aur kabhi tum bhi mujhay yaad karo.  Kaash woh subh dubara aye, kaash woh sooraj dubara buland hojaye, kaash chand aik dafa phir mujhay tmhara rasta dikhaye.  Kaash mein dubara tootun, or kaash tum mujhay dubara joro. Mein phir aik dafa tootna chahta hun, aur tumharay hathon mein jurna chahta hun.  Jaise jura tha us wakt, us raat, jab ham milay thay.  Kahan kho gaye woh rastay, kahan bhatak gayi hamari manzil, wada karkay, kyun nibha na sakay tum.  Dil mein sama kay, kyun ankhon mein sama na sakay tum.  Pyar sikha kay, kyun pyar na karsakay tum.  Zindon mein mar kay, kyun dafna na sakay tum.  Kabhi tou phir say baarish barsay gi, aur badal garjeingay, anjan tum phir us raat, kiski baahon mein simtogay....

The most beautiful words you have read about, have not come out from a mouth which fails to murmur anythig more than her name. They came out from a heart, a heart which used to beat for one woman. A heart which was broken, into infinite pieces and every piece was lost. Like something was dropped off in the ocean, never to be found again.  Sometimes, i think about you. I wish to know, if you think about me or not? Or how does your life feels as we no longer talk, like we used to, everyday and every night, never slept a night when we weren't talking.  I wonder, do you feel my absence? Or is it all so normal, and all your friends have melted into my mould of your life too?  Do you feel me behind you, as your brush your teeth in the morning? Because you're the first thing i think about as i wake up.  Do you feel me on your lips? As your lipsticks dry out, and do you mistakenly smuggle to 'non-existant' me asking if you've corrected it good enough and suddenly rea...

You're sorry?  You are sorry for breaking my heart? Isn't that funny?  Just what if i go back, i go back to the time when you loved me, and instead of hugging you, i take you in the room, pull your t-shit and jeans off of you and throw you in the bed. What if i kiss you, relentlessly, what if i kiss your entire neck, bruising all your skin until it turns dark purple and rip your panties off. What if, like i hugged you, and made you whole again, i would use my energy and break your helen, take your virginity away, while whispering in your ear, promising a future and as you wake up the next morning, i stand at the door saying, "I am sorry, it was alcohol." Just what if,  I broke you, like you broke me? Would you have the patience, to die a little every day, inside? Would you have the spine to bear the weight of what i carry? Would you still love me, like i do, although you ruined me?  Pick your hands up on the air, and praise me, you were a innocent girl, and i ...

There is a part of me. A part i don't know about, a part that will always want her. Something in me will always fall onto those 300 knives planted into my bones, as when they try to rejoin the broken me, they hurt, just a little more. What happens when somebody tears you? What happens when somebody just drops you out, what happens when somebody who you least expect to, breaks you into uncountable pieces?  You.  You happen. The strength you never knew which existed within you takes birth, from the marrow in your broken bones. The mental stability you had lost, and the suicidal instincts you held onto, they start dying, the fear to lose somebody starts dying. A little human in you starts dying, and the better, stitched, and a more beautiful version of you starts growing. The person you heard all day, as when you no longer hear them, you start hearing your self. The person who never gave a fuck about you, and murdered you, forgiveness for that blooms. Like a rose in des...

So many times, i can't help but fall for you like i first fell. When i miss you, feels like thunders dropping right into my chest. I pick up colours, and i start to draw your face, i am not as good on canvas with paints as i am with knives on my skin. But i still try to draw you. Starting off with your eyes, i find myself in them, and end up finding him. I draw your lips and paint them plum, as that was your favourite lip-colour, and then i stare what i can't kiss any longer. Then i draw your neck, and trace my fingers on it, i kiss but the hickies don't show, just the paint on my lips and i remove that callously as my tear drops. I draw your chest and your collar bones, and trace galaxies on them. Then i draw your arms and your hands, then i draw my self, and you're pushing me away.

She had to admit, he made sense. She could pursue whatever this was, or leave it as it was, despite the consequences, and here he was, offering something without consequence. It felt foolish to miss an opportunity, especially one that was offered so freely and more than that…it felt right to accept. She looked into those endless black eyes, and made a split second decision. “Okay,” she said, quietly but audibly, “I want to try.” She closed her eyes and tilted her heap upwards in invitation. A snicker escaped him, jolting her eyes open. She colored with embarrassment at the rejection and fiddled with her hair. “I know it’s stupid, I shouldn’t have tried to…” she trailed off the teasing look on his face. “It’s not stupid, I just want to take things slow,” he spoke reassuringly, “I promised to make you feel, so let me come through on that, yeah?” At her nod, he reached for her hand but didn’t break eye contact. He softly began to caress every crevice, every crease o...

He sat next to her on the grey rug. It was soft as she ran her fingers through it, wondering where the little kitten had scampered off to. She had liked the kitten, and the feeling seemed mutual, but it had run off a while ago, and she almost wished it would come back as a distraction. Focusing her attention on the cat seemed like a less mortifying option than doing the same with the man sitting next to her. She knew he was looking at her, which was why the rug held her interest. She could feel her heartbeat underneath her skin, the blood rushing softly through her veins, every pulse point vulnerable. He was angled more towards her than she was to him, but it didn’t make a difference. They wouldn’t be doing anything of the romantic variety tonight. A small smile escaped her. They had never pursued anything of that sort before, and it wasn’t likely to happen now, so why was she all strung up? This was her friend, the funny, empathetic guy she’d met in a grocery store lookin...