Broken, dilapidated, mutilated
I walk. Stumbling upon your
fragments of love. Should
I crush them? Or bury them
somewhere? I don't know
what to do. Those curtains have
seen our rise and fall, the
dark days, the bright nights.
I picturize you in my mind,
sipping coffee, reading a book,
your favourite one, "Fault in Our
Stars", and I can't help thinking
that the fault was not in our
stars, maybe the fault was in our
hearts, that loved, and yet could
not love enough to hold us together ©Smily Verma
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IT WASN'T LOVE BEFORE
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THE LAST CHAPTER★
SWIPE <••> ____
Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear that two of you, on some level belong together.
As, lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you're in love or you're partner in crime. You meet these people through out your life, out of nowhere. Under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence or fate, or sheer blind luck.
But it definitely makes me believe in something.★
So, I don't dream of us,
Playing hide and seek on the craters of moon.
Maybe because I feel,
We lived in spaces in between the stars.
Every night, when you dream of us,
being two stars in a millennium
I spend hours,
naming our constellation.★
TURN ON POST NOTIFICATION★
But, how? How do we not understand that we are self destructive?
I see patterns in behaviours so, I sit quietly for hours everyday to make sense of hundreds of human expressions that I do not comprehend. I try to feel human words because for all that I hear, “Actions are more meaningful than words”
Yes! Yes, I say that too. But, when I sit back and replay these words in my mind, I feel distracted and misguided.
I read and I believe what I read, which means I put a lot of faith in words. So, not believing them is failing credibility, not believing them is giving away your voice.
I, too, would watch for efforts from people but when I think deeper about it, I will always want to believe words more than any human action. I want to listen to people’s honesty, I want to hear their beautiful hearts, their brilliant minds. I want to listen to people without always having to calculate their actions. I want to believe them than doubt. I want to feel their warmth than to analyse their gestures.
I want it all to be simple because it can be, it was supposed to be. I want things/ words to be how they were meant to be. how they are spoken to be. how they are written to be. I want them to be just words. than judgements. I want them to be honest connections what they are to be.