EXPLICIT. We were young and we were vulnerable. We were through thick and thin and we were through out-abouts and the hangouts until one day we both had an offer to make. An exception to create. A bond to strengthen. There was love. There were the kisses. There was everything which existed but we hadn't slept yet until one day.... She locks the door and walk in heels to the boy who lied on the bed. There was a storm of feelings. There was a appeal in air. And the smell was the dopest smell of all the times. Slowly onto bed she lied over me, kissed my neck and unbuttoned my T's. While i dragged my hand onto her spine dropping the veil 'oh so fine'. Down to her hips, pulling her close, while she stabbed her nails in my back but that was a delight. From licking her neck to kissing her lips, done with hips to the finger tips in the back of mind a bell struck, a bell struck, a bell struck. In the last moments when she takes her lips away from mine dropped a tea...
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Dearly Beloved! What happened to you. one morning you just woke up at 7 in the morning and forgot me. You had fallen out of love with me. Could you just not tell me that I wasn't good enough for you, and said your goodbyes in somewhat better manner, but how did this happen. how did you lose your feelings in just one night? and why can't I lose mine in 81 days i have spent without you now? Why is it that i cannot teach my heart to back off why do i still have dreams of you every fucking day, why is it that my heart wont just turn around and pick up a new pave? How did you do it? What made you do it? Was it this easy? When i found you, you were always a fragile little girl , a girl with hazel brown eyes and a beautiful face sculpted in the most profane art. But your heart which all rotten meat, so i decided to cut myself and fix you, and i did fix you. I made you fall in love again. And i decided to never let you down by backing out of it, or doing what he did to you. B...
ReplyDeleteI hope you read this someday. You were my home, just like this abandoned site is. It’s a wrecked building with broken furniture and the walls are painted not with a clean wash but with spots of blood mixed in grime - as if there was something tremendous going on inside. No one could say if it was war or if it was love. But I know they were both. I know we take them as one thing. All these words you’ve written are engraved in my brain. Whenever I feel lost, I visit this graveyard. It belongs to the love that you once had in your life. Then you abandoned this wreckage. And there was I, who wanted to fill this gap. So here goes:
I wanted to love you more. I wanted to give more love. I thought I didn’t love you but I wanted to give you love, you know. I’d pour from an empty heart to fill your cup. I wanted to make you feel what I wanted to feel. If not for myself, I wanted you to be the person who received it all. And I hope that you know this now. I am not there but you are always with me. I hope you get happy, you find peace, you stay calm. I hope you forget me soon as I wasn’t good for you. I thought I was loving you right when I wasn’t, and I am truly regretful for it. I would’ve made sure to love you just in the way you wanted to so you would’ve never get sad because of me. I miss every single thing about you. I don’t remember you, but I do miss you terribly each day. It gets worse with time. But I am learning to live without it. Somedays I replace the thought of you with mindless pleasure, somedays I work on myself in the hopes to move on. But most of the days I am wondering how you would be doing. Maybe you don’t miss me. Maybe you don’t even know what’s my name, or worse, you will be remembering me like I do, and you’d be consumed with the thoughts of me. I don’t really know how much happier you are without me now. Because last time I checked, you were the happiest human when you were with me, and everyone near us could see it. I don’t know how far you’d go there to your journey of happiness, but I pray you have a good flight from there and you forget me soon. Sooner than I will ever be able to. I don’t want to remember myself too. My love was made for giving, and I am happy that I tried, again. I know it wasn’t enough to keep you with me, but I am happy I tried my best. I gave you my love. I did love you.
*Slow Claps*
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