I am his FRIEND.
A friend who was there for him in his distress and all odds crushing him.
A friend who colored him when he was thrown black.
Yes a friend! He calls me so.
That night,I remember, I was all sorted, breathing well, talking to stars and telling the soils about my love for you.to let the flowers, they will bear, know about his soothing voice and honey dipped eyes.
how kind he was to keep me.
A dopamine rush fell on me, when my eyes clicked that I Love You text from you.
Out of no where.You said it.5 yrs.or may be more.
I was so happy with those words, I almost forgot to tell you what i have been saying from years that I.
I love you 2.
As far as my nerves strain me, I didn't remember if i took any smack.
This was real.
My first love actually fell for me.This must be everything.actually everything I ever absorbed from love stories.two souls, love, marriage, happy endings.
It was ofcourse not hard to close my eyes but yes alot more difficult, for my brain to actually shut down that night.It was all you in me.you flew like my own blood.but it was you.and me.and us.
You always said " I love when you smile ".
And that arch was always coincident to yours.We could not meet.but you somehow managed to stay in these books of mine.
Waiting for your texts I wondered what it would feel like to be written in your name.
YOU ARE READING
Healing Cadavers
PoetryA Thought Catalogue to heal you from everything left to die and decay. Any literature won't seep into your bones until it breaks you before healing. This book talks about hurting, bleeding, realising and loving your halves. I Turned His Lies Into P...
