Justbeinghonest Stories

I have just recently started to have a certain liking to poetry and well...this is the result. *WARNING MOST OF THESE POEMS ARE EXTREMELY CRINGE WORTHY SO DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU* And now enjoy.... *starts pacing nervously back and forth*

Molly Smith is a small, loud girl who has everything going for her. Then she meets Kane, the man of her dreams, and it all goes downhill from there.

"You know what is love, Zarrar Aalam, but you do not know its definition in my mind- that you call love." She spoke in cold voice enough to shake his whole exhausted being while observing the artistic patterns of water on the casement of the lounge. "Then what do I call love?" He lifted his eyelids only to disclose the bloodshot valleys slightly blurred by the salty water swimming through their dimensions. She chuckled coldly and faced him to say, "Hate. Your love is hate to me." A drop from his tired orbs slid down his stubble and the thunderstorms jolted the sky. She was saying much- many words but the only ones his mind registered were, "Simple hate!" What happens when the biggest virtues of a girl, her piety and purity of character, are badly demolished by the man she hated the most? Even when her body is not troubled but the scars are imprinted on her soul? Can she at any time start falling for the man behind all this mayhem in her life? Can she love him? Can she ever stop hating him, simply? My biggest mistake was not falling for you. It was thinking you had fallen for me too!

just some of my poetry/rambles/thoughts, typically consisting written in the wee hours of the night