"You should face your problems, it's not that hard!" They said.
"I'm afraid to look at him,
Time might stop there for a while,
My heart might skip some beats,
And what if I lose it all by his intense gaze?
My eyes blur everytime I cross the road which lead to his house.
Am I a coward?
Am I selfish?
What am I when I fear any chance encounter?
Alas! Yes I am coward and selfish because I've been through hell to push him away and I avoid all the places where he is supposed to be.
Wouldn't I want to run upto him and cry on his shoulder?
Wouldn't I be reminded of precious hours of "us"?
Wouldn't my heart break to know how much I still care?
I might not be able to do it all over again and it will take everything in me to walk away.
Yes I'm afraid that my mere existance of ice might melt away by the warmth of his eyes."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
