'For the life of me, I cannot imagine this.'
I can't imagine someone falling for me.
I am not someone special.
Rather, I am full with flaws
that are always more than beauties
I hurt people, I snatch the smiles from their face.
My words always sting everyone's hearts
I'm not enough, not upto the good mark
I'm always making mistakes or hurting someone
And sometimes I wish to escape
To a place I don't know
Where I would be the only one
Picking my broken pieces all alone
It's not that I don't love the people around me
But I still wish to distance myself,
To save them from the toxic air I'm breathing
The negativity in which my soul is suffering
It would hurt me to be all alone
But I'd be certainly better
Knowing that 'Atleast I won't hurt anyone'
No I can't make you love yourself more
Cause I can't even love myself
I can't make you feel happy
That's something I don't feel nowadays
I'm not a broken angel who is picking up her pieces little by little everyday
Rather I'm a broken devil who is breaking a little more day by day
The things which made me smiled
Doesn't bother me now
The things which meant something to me
Are seeming useless now
I can't imagine someone thinking about me
A thought of me bringing a smile on their face
Waiting for my message
I can't imagine someone looking me with adoration
Being happy for my mere existence
I can't imagine someone wanting to get to know me more
Someone who thinks I'm beautiful
I can't imagine someone wanting to stare into my eyes
And onto the depths of my soul
Still I'd recommend not to.
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'THE BOY' || Poetry
PoésieFor me, he will always be 'The Boy.' A boy who likes the girl no boy has ever liked. A boy who finds beauty in her and adores her. Her, who has never been adored by another. A book dedicated to the boy who filled my life with sunshines and happiness...
