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.
I know, I’ve never been good at writing coherent stories or poems that make sense. But when I write, it’s always after a hurricane–of events, of thoughts, of emotions..
And I write as fast as I can because whatever comes out after the big explosion of emotions and life…whatever I write then, will be the rawest version of the story.
It’s the version that I may not understand at all. It’s the version I know came from heart and not from a pool of vocabulary to impress. It’s the version that is real.
The stories I write are incoherent. I know.
But how else do we ever fathom what happens in life than to write and write and write..
Until we see the constellations.
This world has so many stories to tell
Just not enough ears that will listen
That’s why everything is too loud
That’s why everyone is misunderstood
And that’s why we feel so small
You were the ocean that made drowning so inevitable
I push.. I kick.. I gasp..
It will never be enough
It will always be you
I have tried to level with time, chasing its sunsets..hoping and still hoping that tomorrow leads me back to you..