Do You?

Do you go around telling every new girl you meet

That when they stare into space, they look like a masterpiece
That if you could
You'd paint the way they looked?

Do you let them into your life

And give your undivided time

Put a thought in their head

like they're one in a million?

Do you become so close to someone

And make them feel so special

And wonder where you'd been all their life

Only to leave their hearts shattered

Broken beyond repair?

I'd like to believe you don't

Yeah,  I believe you don't

For as long as I've known you

You've been nothing but the best.

But,do you see something that reminds 

You of me

Of all the things we could've been

Do you ever wish things were different

But, maybe, you don't think of me at all,

or do you??

I end up looking for you in every crowded place
Yet, if I ever saw you, I'd do anything
To avoid seeing your face
Such is the feelings I have towards you
I felt like you're the one
But why does everything about you
Only hurt me 
In a million possible ways
I feel like I'm over you
Glad this is it,
But I see someone who laughs the way you do
It's butterflies all over again
No, not those pretty ones.
For you've killed them all
It's the sad souls of them butterflies
Which still ache at the memory of you.

Closure

She's the type of girl
who would read between the lines,
even when they demanded 
not to be read.
Obsessed with words
trying to understand everything
in depth.
Even when the phrases were
too shallow.

She understood more, 
more than the others intended to say
Over-thinker, that's what they call her
But, why couldn't she get anything 
of his words?
Maybe, it was the silence;
she loved words, maybe that's why
she failed to make sense out of
his silence, 
his absence, 
his ignorance.

List down the things 

you hate about him 
in order to move on

they say, 

So, I take a paper and a pen

write his name

 But I don't hate his name 

or, maybe I should, now

Then to the list I add

the way he walks

it's cute , but I don't like it anymore

Oh! I also hate the way

 his presence makes my breath go away

And the happy memories of him 

are just the reason

 for my sadness

or madness

or both

 and, the fact

 that I look forward

to being ignored

again, and again.

I do hate the way

we blended so well

like the cream in coffee

or, do they not blend?

The way he came out of nowhere

and became a part of my life

my short walks,

 my routine,

 my weird talks, 

my almost everything.

To the top of the list

I need to add a point

It's not about him,

 I think.

I hate that I noticed

that darned smile;

yeah, it would be

 the icing on the cake

 for the list

 of Things I Hate.

Wish

Do wishes made on shooting stars really work?
Because if it did,
and I hope it did
I'd wish for you 

I'd wait every night
watching the sky
not at the moon which I love the most
but searching among the stars
to see if, only if
a star was willing to make my wish 
come true

And if it all went in vain,
I'd do my best 
and paint a canvas
of a sky full of stars
and one falling freely
that one being for you and me 

But even if the star did fall
I know it wouldn't be for you
to be mine
but for your happiness to 
never fade
and that bright smile 
which lights up my day 
to never go away

Coz love, I can't wish for you and I 
to be us
that would be cheating
No, I could never cheat on you 
even if it's with a wish 

First post :D

I'm addicted to the idea of love,

not merely the idea

but the whirlwind of emotions 

that comes with it;

the care, the lust,

the jealousy and, belonging

But mostly the lust

I crave for it, the feel of love,

the feeling of being wanted

by someone,

the burning feeling in the heart,

when you're miles apart

And so I fall in love, 

not once , not twice, 

but many-a-times,

Sometimes in love with looks

but mostly with words,

they utter out of innocence

or so I tend to believe

I'm addicted lo love!