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A Letter to her #6

Fuck it.. I'm sorry it has to go this way. I'm hardly me. LDR sucks man. Until that point where you can barely feel your thoughts, see them, share them and understand if possible. You'll be the most savage heart of all time but a few moments after, you're just a kid again. Your tears understand the value of her touches. Once in a dozen of fortnights you see her and now it ain't on the screen but beside you holding your shaky hands. Tons of the chains of thoughts freeze by her sight and all you can do is convince yourself that you can't do shit. When she walks beside you, she jumps a little every while reminding you what role you do hold in somebody's hope, happiness, love and peace. Trust me brother, if this doesn't turn your soul on, nothing else can. What's the worst that could happen? Break up? Hell no. That's very immature. Break up is for the weak ones. They pretend they get stronger after a break up, how shitty is that?  Love makes you stro...
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A Letter to Her #4

A letter to her #4


Those scars which we left behind on my soul, is still terrifying, is still fresh, is still intense...is still... like a knife through my chest. Every day the same shit and every night, the same horror. I don't know if I'll ever recover, but if I do, i still care for those scars like the scars of a lone wolf. I never wanted these, i never wanted any of this, all i needed was just you, a simple soul. As I'm on the way to possess you completely and permanently, i can see the price that I've to pay for it. A special kind of payment as I've to pay every night. The scars, one day, may scrap my face up so much that I'll hardly be me, yet, i still need you. I know you can heal me, the thing that bothers me is why aren't you aware of this fact that if anything in the world hurts me, you damn know you can heal me yet, you choose to remain silent. Why? I know the depths of mistakes I've committed but you're mine, whatsoever, aren't you? Like a boy who searches for his mother, aren't we this? Aren't we the couple having the affection of a mother and her boy? I know we are, even if one of us die denying it. I can see your sleepless eyes and restless soul, wandering in the ways in the jungle, we both know i can't do anything about it except for a quick question, will you please let me wander with you? I don't care how deep or wide or large or terrific my scars may get then, but still, i just need to wander with you. I once knew a time when we were beyond the world's best. Look at us now, fading away as the gloss on sex for newly wed gradually does. I've told my bones to wait for the happy us as we know that our wounds can't be fixed while we still breath, yet, some day, i hope you'll come back for a fresh start, for a fresh life and for a fresh definitions of love.

@sathvyy

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