My Blooming Words

In my room

This day ends now.
And I've not spoken to you still.
I believe you are wrong.
But I wish I was the one.
I would have apologized with all my will.

Only an apology.
I would forgive and forget so easily.
I think you will not.
I'm scared we will be like this forever.
But I want to see your smile.
The one which was because of me.

Oh! How long should I pray?
For courage that I wasn't born with?
To slay this ego of mine
and speak to your voice
because all I want to hear right now,
the potion to my diseased life, is it.

You are probably lying on your bed
right now, dreaming of your own world.
While in this room I lie with you in my head,
with tears reflecting light in the dark.
I miss you
and the stupid things we do
when we are together.

I miss you, and all the love
I had stored in my chest for you.
It's gone.
If I search for even a minute,
I will find it back.

Oh! How hard must I pray?
To slay this ego of mine that I wasn't born with?
It planted its seeds on me itself.
It  has grown a lot and now it won't leave.

Let me search for this love that I don't
want to lose.
Let me not wait for this apology that I don't expect.
Let me love again.