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.