You Just Left. - Ranu Agrawal
When we were in love, we fell apart.
We appeared and then vanished at random intervals.
It’s been a couple of months since we apart
Why, therefore, did the "Couple of Strings" never break up?
The aroma in the presence, the crowd's quiet,
The crowd in the silence, have been the same?
I'm stuck on the axis, circling in the same phase again and over.
Even in the midst of trauma, the beauty in your eyes defines the love they have for me.
But,
Why am I not bursting the insecurities' womb?
Just give me these answers, then maybe I can take the breath of guilt, regret, or whatever it is….
We've been here for several months.
From discussing every detail over the course of a day to explaining everything in under a minute.
When those five words appeared on the screen, every other word vanished.
“How should I greet you?” I'm perplexed, “with a welcome greeting or just a regular hi- hello?”
Because, deep down, I'm not sure what you're up to ‘THIS' time.
“Breaking or hardening the barriers in order to break them again.”
Just give me these answers, then maybe I can take the breath of guilt, regret, or whatever it is….
You left.
You just left neither in guilt nor in regret.
“You just left”, when I was sobbing like a lad in the darkroom, whose intention was only your kind words.
That day, I patted myself on the shoulder and told myself that I had proven my ego, mind, and attitude
“You just left”, when I was sobbing like a lad in the darkroom, whose intention was only your kind words.
That day, I patted myself on the shoulder and told myself that I had proven my ego, mind, and attitude
precisely how I wanted them to be.
That
"You don't deserve me,.”
You know, if you take the initiative, I might fall for you again, but I know you don't want to do this for me.
But then why my heart and blood are aching to hear from you?
Why are my cells hankering after your ungrateful demeanor?
That
"You don't deserve me,.”
You know, if you take the initiative, I might fall for you again, but I know you don't want to do this for me.
But then why my heart and blood are aching to hear from you?
Why are my cells hankering after your ungrateful demeanor?
