fictional
It cannot be felt through words,
It requires experience.
You understand this right?
I hope you do,
The scent of my love, and I am standing there where she stood just a few seconds ago.
I touched the floor and I let the emotions she had left there on the floor go in me,
tears coming out, falling on the ground and I am touching her essence,
how beautiful she is,
if not us, then our essence can meet at least,
You were laughing here a while ago,
I saw my love through the window,
your voice went straight through my heart,
I watched you like my favorite movie, I heard you like my favorite song.
I opened my mouth to breathe, I was so overwhelmed that oxygen through my nose wasn’t enough,
I cried watching her,
She smiled and kept healing my wounds,
Wounds which were once given by some strangers,
The curl of her cheek when she smiled took away the weight on my heart.
But, she was not mine…
There he was,
I will not describe what he did, and how good he was for her,
In this world of imagination, she was mine.
But somewhere in the parallel world, I hope I was hers…
It hurts, but then again, her smile,
When you’re talking with your friends, somewhere far away, I am looking at you… I am replying,
I was talking with her, telling her how I am….
I asked you how she was, but she said something else,
But I was happy that she was happy,
I so wanted to be with her, but her smile made me forget every current feeling of mine about her,
I was not happy, but I was… for her
I was not crying, but I cried… for her
I was not good, but I tried… for her
I wanted to die so that this feeling would die with me.
Or would it?
What if I had become a spirit and was stuck with this feeling forever,
I would have to see that person with her every day
I would have been tortured every day
When I had created this world of imagination, where she was mine,
I expected that one day, she would be mine when she’d see how I felt for her,
She’ll talk to me, give me comfort,
till then I would have just imagined she was mine…
She should’ve known, just one word from her would have made my whole week exciting,
But one day without her face was enough to make my breath go toxic for me…
The aura around her worked as an elixir for my breaths…
but wait,
you must be thinking, I am happy,
where is the pain…
this was pain all along, I couldn’t handle it…
the last drop of the blood spilling through these bandages from my wrist,
I am writing the last few words,
I couldn’t see her get married,
I guess I have to just see her forever, and get tortured….
I love you…
