Let yourself free from this world of sadness where your thoughts afloat and your anxieties grab your soul and push you further into the dark.
Let yourself free from the tiny shell that you have confined yourself in.
Let yourself free from the company of your best friend, loneliness. Let go of her, move on for once.
Let yourself free from all this mess, from your materialistic self.
Let yourself free.
For once atleast.
Roses are deaf,
Violets blind.
My heart’s bereft.
Our fates interwined.
Night 1,
I knew sitting alone at the corner of my room at midnight in dim lights would do me no good. Nor would thinking about you would. But it would give me enough reasons to write about the pain. The pain given by you.
Night 12,
We may not be a thing anymore. But I will assure that your memories stay in my poetry.
Night 25,
My mom kept asking me what happened to me the other day. I did not have the guts to mention your name.
Night 37,
I wonder if you stay awake at midnight too. Remembering me. Regretting me.
Night 59,
You used to be my only one. I used to be only one of them. I still remember.
Night 73,
Missing you, I feel was like my duty. But wanting you was my passion.
Night 82,
I wonder what made me like you in the first place. Just like what made you leave me in the last.
Night 100,
There was a time I used to write for you. Now I kinda write about you.
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