bewitchingwords

who’s going to stop us now?

the steps i’ve long forgotten

but my heart knows,

follows the beat in perfect rhythm

like the music never changed.

but the music has changed, hasn’t it?

the beat and feet

no longer move as one.

the rose-colored glasses-

illusionist of illusionists.

the constellations were

maybe just cracks.

stop.

no wait.

don’t stop.

stop.

exhausting, suffocating.

this pull and push-

the tug of war of us

it memorises your face and your loud laugh, which were once forgotten.

it indulges in imaginary conversations with you

that never take place and will never.

it watches as you ruminate words with someone who used to be me.

a flood that began as a shine, reflecting light in every direction rolls its way to the ground - the only place we share.

the colors you brought to my gray life - the one you left me with.

if i dig the grave now and reassemble the bones, would you come back to me?

The memories haunt; you haunt.

The never-came-true dreams,

the words that were mere

words.

You promised you’d stay,

but you became an also-ran.

Out the door, swift,

like it never happened.

I get why you ran from me.

I mean, I would if I could.

The seat that was mine,

the one you never let get cold.

I hope she’s not half as bad.

You once promised

you’d stay

to pick up the pieces

when I crumble.

But what if you are the reason

I crumble?

Leaving me stranded,

soulless,

at the cemetery, by the grave.

How long should I kill time?

What’s the point if I’m already dead?

I was turning gray,

and how long did it take for you to notice I was fading?

Or did you notice at all?

As vain as it may sound,

i reside

with ghosts of sins of past

and echoes of long forgotten laughs.

throne of broken trusts and hearts

that you preside over.

you didn't like that i was taller than you and you made your insecurity mine.

you didn't like my curly hair. you wished i straightened it.

you didn't like how i looked. you wished i hit the gym.

you said you wanted to see some curves. eh!

you didn't like when my hair was anything other than down.

you didn't like the movies i watched. nor the shows.

you didn't like the songs i listened to. nor the artists i loved.

you didn't like my words.

you didnt like me eating my favourite foods. you wished i ate sugar-free or gluten-free.

i don't think you even liked me.

you only liked what i could become. what you could mould me into.

you never liked me.

you never loved me.

never.

and seek the warmth of the fire

when does this pain go?

and what's the point if i'm already numb?

that i fell for.

the lies that i woke up to

and the pretend nights that never ended

lasted for a finite infinity.

laughs and tears

passion and hate

left me with wounds and scars

from a battle i never wanted in the first place

the war i didn't ask for.

the wounds will heal

and the scars will fade

and i will become whole again.

things would have worked out differently

things wouldn't have happened the way it happened

maybe we wouldn't have been fighting over everything the other said

there would have been more love than fights

maybe i would still love you

and you'd love me too.

maybe.

a soul, with innocent eyes

faraway there was

the lights that twinkle

each having its own destination

passing her dark eyes like beams of light

she yearned for the same

as those riding the beam;

to pierce through the wind

or perhaps touch the end

if there is any;

but she'd never know

how it feels to pierce through the wind

or if there is an end -

atleast not yet.

staring into the dark void

consumed by my thoughts

drowning in an ocean of memories

of you.

your laugh, your smile,

your voice,

of you.

and the way you loved me,

held me,

hugged me,

left me

and hurt me.

you were my most beautiful pain.

you still are.

when i thought

you'd be with me

hand in hand

but now,

you live in the words of mine

which no other soul has ever seen.