She is a 19-years-old emerging Indian writer. She started writing poetry when she was in 6th grade. She was intrigued by cosmic nights, polaroids, cafe shops , libraries, artists with weird obsessions and dark thoughts, smokers with hazel eyes, poetic souls with fragile bodies. She just love the lost and the lonely. This weird obsession became her passion to pen down her thoughts. Words became her shelter, escape and her weapons against everything. ETERNAL LOVE?You and me," He said, "we aren't eternal." However, this moment, this small lapse of time that may be a mistake or may be an act of faith - I honestly do not care which-it's real. It is heartbeats and stuttered breaths and soft skin and so, so very human. And when I met him, it seemed like the world had finally granted my wish, and carved my happiness in the shape of him. He came to me with stars in his eyes; waiting to be jotted into constellations, and galaxies hidden deep in his soul; waiting to be explored and loved by me. But maybe that's the thing about true love, it ends tragically. i tried to paint over the memories of him, camouflage him in colors of green and gray. but he is still here. on my mind, always. and even though the paint has begun to fade, the image of him, with me, has not. it is as permanent and vibrant as ever. Or maybe you were the stubborn ocean blue paint, that I couldn't get off my hands no matter how hard I try or maybe you were the water, the river, a sea of forever that will never be mine. Maybe it was love at first sight. Or second. Or maybe it was the third one that stroke me the most. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Or lions. Or maybe it was the undeniable fear of the anticipated hurting your departure would feel like. And when you left i wrote, i wrote and i wrote, until there were no more tears that could be turned into ink. at that moment, i sensed the deepest void in my chest because i had managed to spill on the white pages all of my feelings so now i lie here, as empty as these words I wrote. COSMIC LOVE || END OF UNIVERSE❝Solve my equations of dark maths hidden in pulmonary vein/ of my what my heart not might / not a word I want, but your presence to reach a feeling of paradiscial delight/ fall in love with me , just as waves fall for the moon every night/ tranquillity will surround our mind when we will stare at these pink stained skies/ undress my mind with your euphonic words just as moon dresses the night/ let's break boundaries of space and time and perform the astral travelling of mind/ and when the scent of love will spread its wings for a panoply to shine/ that's the moment when Shakespeare will write about our cosmic love in the hidden diaries of his mind/ let him write about how our souls will conflate to quench thirst of our soul and mind/ about how planets will collide with sun in one strike / about how stars will drape themself in supernovae light/ about the end game of universe, splitting itself into a million atoms/ consuming all science/ about the end game of universe, splitting itself into a million atoms/consuming all science❞ YOU DON'T LOVE HIM ANYMORE you don't love him anymore but sometimes when you look at the sky it seems to be the same shade of blue as his eyes. you don't love him anymore but sometimes when you are driving alone in your car, switching the radio stations and hear the song you two used to always sing together, you get this overwhelming ache deep in your chest. you don't love him anymore but sometime you catch a glimpse of him laughing and a knot forms in your throat because it used to be your favorite sound. you don't love him anymore but sometimes you catch yourself thinking about him and all the memories you made together. you don't love him anymore but sometimes when you drink so much that you can not even remember your name, you remember him. you remember the way he held you, the way he kissed you,the way he made you feel special. you don't love him anymore but sometimes you drive through stop signs because it hurts too much to stop at one, especially the one where he took your hand, looked into your eyes and told you he loved you for the first time. you don't love him anymore but sometimes when you are in class, or in bed, or watching a movie, or listening to music, it hits you that he is gone and you cry and cry but you swear you do not love him anymore. HEARTBREAKheartbreak is not crying because someone left. heartbreak is crying because they left and they had your entire heart. it's hurting every time you hear 'I love you' because they were the one person you loved. it's having trust issues because they promised they would never leave you but they did. heartbreak is pushing people who love you away because life feels fake now. it's crying in the shower with water pouring over your crippled body wishing that the pain would wash away. it's all the thoughts wondering if you will ever be able to love again. it's wondering if anyone will ever love you. it's them leaving but it's not just as simple as crying. it hurts because when they left they took away the best parts of you. because that's what happened. they brought out the best of you and took it with them leaving you with no love, ♡not even for yourself♡ A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF YOUYou are not your name
nor your age. You are not a weight or the size of clothes you wear. You are not the color of your hair or the dimples in your checks. You are all the books you read and all the words you speak. You are your croaky morning voice and the smiles you try to hide. You are the sweetness in your laughter and every tear you have cried. You are the songs you sing so loudly, when you know you are all alone. You are the places that you have been to and the one you call home. You are the things you believe in and the people that you love. You are the pictures in your bedroom and the future you dream of. You are made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot when you decided that you were defined by all the things you are not
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