broken heart

Still here.

There goes your heart- forgetting the world’s advice, still beating after his breaths, still melting at his gaze.

There goes your heart, attaching itself to places it is not welcome. 

He does not love you. 

But there goes your heart- beating for this love. Beating for both of you.


To the next person who breaks my heart…

If I wasn’t in love with you then I would’ve ran away and danced with the lovely clouds…maybe even sing to the stars of a song written by the galaxies.

If I wasn’t in love with you then my tears would be saved and no sweet flicks will ever destroy my ego.

If I wasn’t in love with you then I wouldn’t be writing this..

The point is I am in love with you and no experience in this lifetime can ever change that. And I guess what I am saying is that I will wait for you even if you choose her..even if the last breath of my life comes… I will wait. And I would take dying a thousands times from seeing your hand touch hers..if it meant perfect blue skies for your your day. I would endure the winter in my heart if it meant hearing your laugh one more time.

In this decade or the next…I will wait.