I still remember how you used to say,"I'm obsessed with you. Trust me."
But you only wanted to end up destroying the real me.
I was however a little immature at that point of time to understand what's fake and right,
I always respected you and never started the fight.It's surprising that how the obsession ended up being "there's nothing",
The sensation of pain inside me is still tingling.
Trying to cope up with life,meeting people around me,
But those memories; are like nightmares which really haunt me.It's easy to talk to someone else for those 15-20 mins in a day,
But I'm never going to feel myself in the same way.
I gave my best,
In return,only expected few mins of attention and respect.
I know you're busy attending cheerful fairs, but tell me did I really deserve to experience those nightmares?---------------------------------------------------
Hello guys!! 🤗
I know y'all be wondering about the title of my poetry collection.
It is titled as "The Pensive Helion".
Here,the word pensive means 'thoughtful' and helion means 'brat'. It is inspired from a little backstory about my life which I'll be sharing in newer parts slowly.
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THE PENSIVE HELION
عشوائيHey guys!! It's a butterfly from India.This e-book is my first work on Wattpad.I am more of a thoughtful writer than a creative one. In this book, I have jotted down my thoughts in form of poetries and simple sentences(on low energy days).Please do...