Scared of heights-

Scared of heights-

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Didn’t realize how scared i was,
‘Til I thought he’d say those 3 words-
The words I yearned for night and day,
And now I dread the thought he’d say-

I’m sacred of heights, I’ll admit that;
Falling sits better just on my mind-
The reality of love and romance;
Still gives me cramps ‘stead of butterflies.

Or maybe, just maybe he’s not the one;
Anything to make me sleep better at night.

Soul beneath The Skin

Soul beneath The Skin

The more I get to know him,
The worst of him i see;
I was blinded in delusions,
Couldn’t see beneath the skin;
The ‘him’ I’m starting to see now,
The soul beneath that skin-
A disappointment, a walking time bomb,
A soul not too pretty.
How blinded I was in the past,
to not see beneath the skin;
The soul awaiting to be deciphered,
Is nothing good for me.
I guess I dodged a bullet,
waiting this long to commit-

The skin is nothing but mere flesh,
So my dears, do not be deceived.

No Love lost…

No Love lost…

                The past few days have been a bit intense on my writing process, (you can see that from my recent posts), time to lighten things up with a little cheesy poem, if you don’t mind…

I feel like a cheesy romantic
Writing love poems about a love-
That was never really mine;

But the memories make me smile
And that is better than enough
In the end, Some stories-
are better as memories
Ours sure was…
And the reality?
It’s overrated

10 things I hate about YOU

10 things I hate about YOU

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I hate that you make me talk so much
Deep down I forget I’m drowning

I hate that you make me wish my life
Was a fairy tale now happening

I hate that you make ridiculous jokes
Which still don’t stop me from laughing

I hate that you apologize profusely
Even when I’m the one who’s done wrongly

I hate that you know me so well
You could write my biography

I hate that you know just the right thing to say
When my world is spinning around me

I hate that you make me so comfortable
That I spill to you my darkest secrets

I hate that you love the one thing I love-
You share my love for poetry

I hate that you call right when I’m bored
Like we share some telepathy

I hate that you make me still love you
Even though you’re now just a memory…
You are my favorite memory

Half A Heart

Half A Heart

 

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I loved you with all I had
But I guess it wasn’t enough
Through the rain, the storm- what not?!
I still held on, pulled through for love-
Your love…
My one sided love.

Now half my heart is gone
Your empty words took it all
I’m not fine, it hurt- still does
Don’t know if half a heart’s enough
To pump blood through a body, numb

So much for my one sided love,
It never was enough for us….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Cost Of Love…

The Cost Of Love…

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I want to understand something
Why is it that when you need him the most
He’s never here
When you need him the least
He ‘s still never here
He just is never…

But yet you crave him with your all
Love him for more than he’s worth
Way more…

I guess that is what love means
Falling, knowing though you’re crashing
Giving, even though you’re losing
Forgiving, though you don’t understand
You can’t understand…

And in the end,
You don’t just lose him
He was never here anyways
You lose yourself as well…