I HAD YOU

 

I ran back against the strong wind,

against the drops of water that slowly trickled and casted a sad somber feel,

the likes that imitates the sad love story we just saw.

 

I am about to say I am sorry,

I am about to plead my life with just these three words,

I am about to beg and give you the relish of seeing me in misery

Of Me not having You, in my Life, EVER.

 

But Alas like in every sad love story, your car arrived too early and mine came late

that I have to wilder through traffic, while yours was blissful.

I came at your door in despair, sorrow hanging on my shoulders and tears struggling not to fall..

 

But your already gone.

 

Gone, that you haven’t been able to hear how every bit of your

touch haunts me, how every soft whispers can still be heard inside my room,

how your embrace have made me courageous, how I hold you dear, how I treasure YOU!

 

Well, technically its when I HAD YOU.

 

 

Now this is our sad love story, true, painful and a sad cliche.

Half-mad

So this is how it feels
to be half mad
trying to UN-love you

To lay in bed for hours
not move and just cower
feel the tears and fears devour
unearth the last hope
then let it shatter
just lay meek
never speak
hoping tattered heart
would lay rest
with memories, it shall never seek

That’s how you become half mad
restraining the beating of your heart.