ELAUNDRA LIFESTYLE BLOG

Broken from the way you loved Feigning for real love…not like… But strike…me with your truth. Hide me in this booth… Called your nook. From which I took. A break that had such depth. Such depth from which I was kept… Captivated by that space. This special place. Where your arm meets your side. And the hair growing in this region is a sign of pride. Oh how I…long for a longer time. But got you now, let your love be like wine. Let me drink you sweet. The temptation of moving I shall keep, keep, keep.

Sinking with the notion And yet the inquisitive decision puts my choice in motion. Move says those who can’t stay still Stay says those who are comfortable at will Take says they who give nothing in return Give says those who feel they have so much to learn Wandering hearts, lonely people Young and restless, yet immature and feeble…minded are we Yet foolish in love…Still, solitude and awareness Is what we dream of.

You couldn’t tell me anything back then. Especially if it had to do with him. But as time grew on my perception of him grew to be exceedingly thin. Through empty promises, and meaningless gifts; was how my heart allowed me to feel like this. Like a bagel with a corner chewed off in preparation to be consumed; my remaining heart was-as a result of his hunger for selfishness-left nothing but doomed. (Adapted from my poem called ‘Ace’)