Is it so that I miss, love and value someone more once they are not around me anymore?
Does retrospection than mindfulness add value to all those?
Or have I become accustomed to pain or want to prevent myself from facing that my fears came true?
Or have the course of events been such that what and who I loved were snatched away from me so now, I don’t go close?
What if I tell you that touch terrifies me,
that you can trace it back to my history?
What if I tell you—right before we proceed—
the terrifying and heart-shattering events of my journey?
I have a terrible fear
that I am purging through my tears.
I don’t know why I can’t help but feel
that you, too, will hurt and abandon me.
If you resolve,
nothing is unachievable.
When you choose to evolve,
you attract the unbelievable.
I met a man who was in dire need of love.
He appeared to be harmful.
Everyone told me he has ill intentions.
Since he seemed untrustworthy and disloyal,
they warned me and asked me to be careful.
I am afraid.
Winning my trust is not a cake walk.
There are many insecurities laid
inside my heart, secured with an unbreakable lock.
He is strong
yet soft as wax.
He needs too to let
his emotions relax.
I’ll wait. For the moment when you’ll heal, I’ll wait. Till the minute you would regain your trust and faith on love and your innocent self, I’ll wait. For the day when that sad, dull corner of your heart would be filled again with vibrancy, I’ll wait.
I understand. I understand that you loved her but she loved none yet fooled all to believe so. You thought she was yours just like you were hers. When you found out it wasn’t so, that when she said she loved you she didn’t mean it, you were broken. She broke your trust, your heart. She broke you.