We’re all so transient, yet not quite so. The shortness of our lives doesn’t end things, for we live on in memories, as others’ longings. Advertisements


With a forceful grip You retracted my Heartstrings, And released an arrow Right through me. It hurts so bad But I’d still gladly Crawl back to you Just for another shot. At you.


It’s as if you’re the needle, And I, The fabric. These little flaws that I have, You weave through them, Ever so smoothly, And complete me. But you prick me, Continuously. It hurts so beautifully. Honestly, I don’t know how much more I can take, Before I get smaller, And vanish.


These feelings, Are boiling. They’re almost at the brim, Ready to climb over the edge, Anytime. I don’t know how much longer I can take, How much more I can hold, Before they get out.


Sorry for all these shit. All these casual remarks, They weren’t meant to prick. I’d blame them on My sense of longing, And these unadapted changes, But I guess all these are but excuses, For my careless insensitivity. Nevertheless, Please understand, That I miss you, Ever so dearly.


Because at the end of the day, Baby, If you’re leaning towards me, Why not give us a shot? I can’t promise to bring you to the moon, But I’ll promise to land upon the stars, With you.