Reverie- A State Of Being Lost In One’s Thoughts

you tell me not to worry,

that it won’t take you a year to say it -

but why do you?

this isn’t about me.

this is about you.

that is the whole point.

i am a hopeless romantic,

but not so hopeless

that i’d want you to say it before you wanted to,

or at all.

i think of those words as holy.

as sacred.

so don’t say them before a year -

or ever -

if you don’t feel like you cannot help but say them,

or shout them from a mountain top.

don’t say them if you don’t feel that if you didn’t,

you might just explode.

say them like they’re the only truth in the world for you.

say them like a declaration, a confession -

almost guilty:

“sorry i couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

say them like a promise,

one you’ll keep always,

even when it gets hard.

don’t say them because you like me;

say them because you promise to like me

even when sometimes you won’t.

say them knowing what they mean.

feel the weight

of the most special three words in the world.

be scared of the price that comes along with them -

and say them still.

say them today, or after a year, or never.

but when you do,

say them because you mean it.

i guess what i mean to say is -

say them when you do,

in fact,

truthfully,

completely,

and helplessly-

L O V E

me.

but sometimes you can feel more in a few seconds,

than you have in your entire life.

a clock that is ticking by.

The evening keeps getting darker,

and we are sitting close

but we do not seem to be getting any braver.

We shift and turn in our seats,

close enough to touch,

close enough to nullify the distance,

but we do not.

I can feel you thinking about it,

but you do not do anything.

Seconds — how much they can mean to you,

sometimes more than weeks ever did.

white colour is like a lot of people in this world,

On one hand it’s the symbolism of positivity and brightness and creativity.

But on the other hand it has some deep meanings to it.

white like a blank canvas and freedom to make it whatever you want

white so bright like daylight

white like snow on the mountains so beautiful

White like the daisies gives positive vibes

White like a dove a symbol of love

white the opposite of black

Black which symbolises darkness and sadness

black which is used extensively by people to show that they’re in a dark place mentally.

but look at white for a moment though

it absorbed all the colours in the world and still ended up white

Like having so many emotions that you’re numb

Like having so many thoughts that you’re blank

like having so much to say that you say nothing

isn’t that too dark for a colour so bright ?

aren’t we all in place like that a lot of times?

But maybe it tells us in spite of all the toxicities in the world

you still just stay who you are

No matter what the world throws towards you

You stay you.

for a colour so simple so innocent so cool

White is actually so poetic,deep and meaningful.

There’s empowerment in losing everything

There’s optimism in hitting rock bottom.

There’s power in knowing your worst fears came true and you’re still surviving

Someway. Somehow.

what is love ?

some say love is happiness

Some say love is care

Some say love is sacrifice and compromise.

and I think they’re all right.

It’s a mixture of everything.

I had a proposal

A proposal of happiness and laughter

And moving on

And of love that wasn’t related to you

Of a life that didn’t revolve around you

And I ? I rejected it.

Cause I didn’t think it was right.

To say that I’m stupid wouldn’t be wrong

But I think that’s what they are in love.

I didn’t say yes cause I’m not over you

I didn’t agree cause I thought it isn’t fair to you.

I didn’t say yes cause I thought that’s cheating on you.

I didn’t say yes cause I thought I owed it to us and you.

You. Who had a crush on another girl after a few months of breaking up.

You. Who unfollowed me asap and everyone else except her.

You. Who made a playlist and named it she wasn’t worth

But you. Who I loved with all of my heart

And you. Who I also hurt.

is this love though?

sacrificing and denying a chance of happiness that I could’ve had after a year or more of sadness?

is this love or is this guilt or is this morals or something else?

whatever it is,all I know,is even after a year it’s still

All about you.

Story of a breakup.

I made butterflies out of paper and a house from woods

Just for you and me

You came in and stayed and told me how nice they were

they were of every colour red yellow blue and green

But then the rain came and took away the butterflies and our house

that I had made just for you

you blamed it on me and told me my house was too weak

And my butterflies too frail

I say I tried my best did it all for you

You said I did it all wrong and said it wasn’t worth

So you left me all alone

I sat there on the ground

with no roof over

and the rain poured down

and along with it a tear or two.

but then I got up and I knew I still had it in me

And so i made the butterflies again and decorated the new house again

now the name plate didn’t read you and me but just me

And people came and went and I had fun but this house was occupied by only me.

And now you’re out there living in new homes

But just know

All those girls they’ll give you a solid house which I couldn’t give

But their houses are made of glass.

And I can see it all through

with the smallest of storm

It will break into pieces

With the slightest of heat

it will burn you to ruins

While my paper butterflies and the wood house will stand all still.

And they’ll have chandeliers and mirrorballs that will shine like anything

But in front of the colours of my house they’re just nothing.

my shoulder is heavy from all the cries on it

and so is my head from all the thoughts.

So is there a shoulder where can I rest this heaviness on ?

found out that the only shoulder strong enough for my heaviness

Is my own

For who knows my feelings

My experiences

My pain

The hurt

Better than me

I’ve had shoulders but I don’t rest all on them

I keep some to myself

And so they don’t know and how could they

About how I felt in that moment when I sat in the car

While that song was playing

What was I thinking

They don’t know about the small moments

in which the feelings are so heavy in my heart

and since we love the shoulders we cry on so much

I realised the person I should love the most

Is me.