familiar

they still make me smile,
love, even though i dont;
you dont. maybe
its because i've,
forgotten all the
hurt. or maybe
its because i've,
forgiven what was
base. or maybe
its because i'm.
just downright stupid.


but you know better
than most 
don't you,
that none of those three
are true.
that it is because,
during all the hurt,
you just stopped 
being you.

because I don't know...

I just opened
a box
of sugar-coated candy;
and it
turned out to be Tangerine;
the flavour
of paradise. Happy
Birthday.

rocky Road.

I wrote
today, the exam
that would
decide after this one,
if I
could write any other
at all.
It all,
started with one
broken parker pen, one
unexpected message, one
incomplete question paper, and
I lost my phone.
Daddy still,
bought me the ice-cream, I
had asked for.
Only that now,
they call my favorite chocolate
choco chip flavour,
Rocky Road.

Irony.
Is rich and sweet,
till the last scoop.

One day I will

One day I will tell you
what the song meant.
sing it to you
and ask
if you remember
the words
to sing with me.

One day i will tell you
what i was thinking
when i said
it was nothing
and ask
if you realised then
that it was not
meant to be said
but understood.

One day i will tell you
what the look meant
and why
it stayed with me
and ask
if you would look
at me
that way again.

One day i will tell you
how i took
those hours of silence
and ask
if you could do the same
and survive

One day i will tell you
what words cannot
and will never tell
and yet i will
find a way to
tell you
one day i will