Thursday, 23 February 2012

I Love....

Why am I so mesmerized by you?

I have learned to love you and your flaws. 
I love your tattoo. 
I love that you drink
I love that you smoke maryjane
I love how you talk. 
I love that you're four years older
I love how you sleep in class.
I love that you dyed your hair. 
I love the way you sing
I love the way you dance
I love the way you draw
I love the way you play guitar. 
I love the way you write
I love the way you rap
I love the way you make me love you. 

Sunday, 19 February 2012

A Silent Scream

When you drop a glass or plate, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture frame falls on the ground it makes noise. But as for your heart, when it breaks, it's completely silent. You would think as it is so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even some sort of gong of a cymbal or a ring of a bell. But instead it's silent and you'd almost wish that there a noise that would be able to distract from the pain. 
If there was a noise when a heartbreaks, it's internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud, your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest, crying like a mother bear who's lost its cub. That's what it looks like and that's how it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped great beast, roaring like a prisoner in its own emotions. But that's the thing about love- no one is untouchable. It's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh exposed in salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it's silent. You're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it. 

Thursday, 9 February 2012

Ripping A History Page

Sometimes I wish that I could rip you off the pages of my life. Burn the chapters that you came into my life. Maybe that way I wouldn't have to go back to the isolation that I went through for two years.

Look at me.
I'm forever scarred. My heart still bleeds every single time I remember how you left me without a care in the world with what you have done to me.
Constantly looking for the love that I had once felt for you. 
I want to breathe. 
Take back the pieces you tore from me and be old me I used to be. Never having to cry every night.
Never having to scream because of the scars I have all over me.
Come back and give me back the little pieces of soul you ripped off my life. 

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Dream On...

I must've been dreaming when it happened. I's not like he wanted to hold my hand.
Aaaanyway...I know it's not right after the break up, but I can't help it. It's not like I'm looking for a new one right now, it's just an attraction...although I'm secretly hoping he'd be the one.
Him and his beautiful eyes. Long eyelashes. The tattoo on his right arm that makes him even cuter. His dyed hair. The way he plays guitar. The way he stares at me.

Flutter, flutter- goes the butterflies inside of me.
Have to resist, but something keeps making my head look back at his seat. Just the sight of him... flutter, flutter