Am I The One?

When and why did I decide to back off and stop myself from giving my everything and told you that you needed to earn my affection? And that I would match your energy instead of giving it all? 

Simple. When a guy you used to date asked if I was finally THE one, you answered: 

“Almost. But not really.”

And you wondered why I went crazy over social media validation of our relationship from you. 

“I am not of one those people who post about someone today and later another guy after 6 months” 

What mess did I get myself into?

Goodbye

1st March 2025

Ending the sad chapters. 

Goodbye

I wanted to get you flowers today

I wanted to get you flowers today,

As you took a big step heading a new way, 

But I didn’t.

Because I am afraid you would hate them,

Or maybe because I just shouldn’t, 

So instead I kept my boundaries,

Saying the moon is pretty tonight,

Because in poems its a clear confession,

But you wouldn’t know that,

The little small braveries,

Small courage I pulled in your plain sight,

So instead I write my feelings down,

Hoping that one day you’d find them,

And knowing you were my love’s anthem

Good morning!

Wake up feeling fresh,

Clean up the house, 

Throwing out the trash,

Watching the clouds swim by,

Rays of sunshine peeking through,

Draw the curtains, 

Oh the sky so blue,

Saying to myself “What a view!”

A cup of iced coffee,

Two slices of toast,

And then a warm bath,

Smell of fresh rose,

Warm towels to dry my skin,

Put on some clean clothes,

Lovely weather,

The world glows

Strings of Heartstrings

You pluck on my heartstrings,

To the tune of your picking,

Tugging and pulling the cords, 

And i shall dance as you wish, 

Scraped feet and bruised knees, 

Round and round on the dance floor,

Where kings were fools, 

And fools were foolish, 

Behind closed doors, 

Tears went unnoticed,

Every drop halted at the edge of my eyes,

Between painful steps,

With a dagger in my ribcage, 

And you kept plucking,

On strings of my heartstrings

Say That I’m Your Favourite

Write me a poem,

Wear something blue,

Tell me something random,

Tell me something new,

Say that I’m your favourite,

Give me your hands,

Say something true.

Don’t buy presents for my birthday,

But give me roses at random times,

Say that you don’t need reasons,

Say you won’t fade away,

Make me believe I’m the one,

Tell me you’ll go out of your way,

Say my smile is enough to make your day.

I don’t need much,

But I need contentment,

To know you’d go the distance,

As far as I had been going,

For your hands to do the giving,

And for once let me do the receiving,

Then maybe, just maybe I’ll stay

Detachment

 Slowly detaching myself,

From feelings and desires,

From longing and heartaches.

I need more. 

I need everything. 

I’m not settling for less.