Knowing you felt like nature dancing to the tunes of my mood,
Taylor composing the lyrics of 'Delicate' and I played it on loop, Water colours mixing together, creating new textures on my palette heart , our conversations began when the leaves fell from the trees in early spring just like how a Yash Raj movie starts ,4 am being the beginnings of my new creations, my lips gushing out flooded smile from these bodily oceans, Halsey asking " can we pretend that we're in love?" Your hands pulling out leaves from my hair, your legs pacing in the doubt of being ignored ,your eyes twinkling in the moment of departure, telling me that is just the beginning. Me, learning how lies are spelt and spilling half baked truths to you about how I felt.
Then there was doubt and pain,my eyes shedding tears for 6 hours while the nature that mysteriously accompanied in my grief ,kept shedding its rain but James Arthur's 'Certain things' was still hopeful of the fact that while there were things I have to ignore, there are certain things that I still can adore about you.But as the days passed by, your indifference crept in high.One day you were gone with unsaid words, I wish we were not this cursed.
Losing out on an almost won game, dear,losing you feels like pinching oneself hard in the skin but feeling no pain, somebody forced to breathe with faces wrapped in cellophane, your favourite person dying in front of you while you cannot move with pain,you screaming at the top of your lungs in a deserted land; nobody to hear you ,nor you can. An image walking in front of you,indifferent to your existence, seeing your home being shifted to a distance. And burning are the warmth of your eyes and evergreen trees of my smile. Losing you pushed me to be captivated by someone else's art, right now I'm listening to a Punjabi song clearly telling me that you don't love me as much as you break my heart. And I question," were we so weak?" Let me know my mistake,this is my moment of grief. But I promise I won't wait for gestures to make me happy and I'll glide quietly if that's what you want before this whole story turns out snappy.
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