Maybe it's a goodbye to the "Sweet Girl" Era after all the trillions of backstabs!!!

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔,,,,

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥

𝘈 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯

𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘮 𝘐

𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯

𝘉𝘶𝘵,

𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦

𝘛𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘦

𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺....

Maybe it is the distance that keeps me close to you, The yearn for your touch, the constant need of your love, something to imagine, something to dream. Maybe that is us, maybe that’s all we keep colouring as love.

Life is short, spend time with people who understand and appreciate you.

I hope this time the darkness has come to teach me how to look inside myself and find the stars building home in there.

NOBODY apologizes for the way they treated you, instead they always BLAME you for the way you reacted.

Would you want to be like before? At least remember me a little more? Forgetting all the bitterness, And leaving behind all the aging anger That erupts in you like an endless volcano.

Would you like to laugh a little more? To all the senseless things we spoke And would you like to hold my back once more Just like ever before, so I don't fall, Despite of all the mighty thunders And roaring storms that are raging within me.

Would you like to talk a little more? Adopt me once again And smile a little more real Forgetting all that's over And be close just like before.

Now all I need is, You to think a little more.

I'd write love letters to read them after years and to tell myself, it was never wrong or too much, just the wrong person.

I’ve been trying to make more room for you inside of myself lately, not because the nights are longer without the comforting rhythm of you breathing next to me, not because I know I can close the gap between who I’m not and who I know I can be with a brush your fingers, but I know one day you’ll wake up and the war inside of your head will be over. I learned how to swallow screams too early in life and now they sit at the back of my throat waiting for a name quieter than winter, but my words have loved you since forever, and every time you touch them I know it's you. I don’t know how to fit all my love for you in to this lifetime, but I’m going to do everything I can to try.

Carry me in your heart. I want to be where you need me most when I’m too far for your arms to reach.

Falling in love used to be like breathing for me, like finding mention of it in old scrolls discovered during a dig. but now when I write to describe the loss, I’m unsure if any of the words belong together. they say a little bit of pain makes it real, yet I’ve tucked myself into sunsets that taste of red forgiveness, but I wanted you to be the reason I came home. I’ve got enough oceans for the both of us. I’m breathing, but I’m not alive. I’m just trying to find all the pieces of myself I lost when I lost you.

I die at the end of every poem.

And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say rain and thunder are sky’s wildest dreams

In every blank space, my heart writes your name. I may have gotten close to love a couple of times, but it’s only with you that I got there. I stayed and laughed there. I fell in heartache there. I grew wings there. I loved the world there. You’re made of all the places that hold me above the stars.

I don’t want to make sense, I want to make love to your heart.

Its taken me a dozen seasons to think of you outside of myself, another dotted line to erase my name from. it rains and rains and rains, and I wonder why all of these memories aren't washed away yet. I wish there was more to write about than wishing. maybe there are no more smiles left inside, just a space to keep the skeletons I’ll never use again. time and distance have kept these heartbreak fault lines active, but if sadness is only a visitor, I hope she doesn't stay too long. I know I can love something with every bone in my body, but I know one day I’ll stop loving it, and I think I’m always waiting for the day I can look at something that used to break me into pieces and feel whole again.

It hurts because you hold hands that have already let yours go.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

Loving you is like watching a curtain dancing in the dusk, When the sun kisses the garden, brushing off The worries and the daytime tan, It is like a gentle breeze after a humid day hitting Your bared face, I see you grooving in the Forest of cherries, it feels like a painting I have Drawn at the back of my head, Or a poem that I always knew but never Found the actual words to pen it all down, I see you and you ask me where I am lost, It’s the world of pineapples where you wear The crown and drizzles caress your skin like Some pearls meeting the oceans, There are skies that fold into pink and orange, Like it has its own tint, I’m with you in the cinema Hall, you hold my hand as you gasp, I keep Staring at you for we are here yet in my own Poem we are chasing the car lights, and running In the cornfields, we are lightening up the lanterns, And caging every firefly, I watch you and me, Hugging life as it’s some adventure, I have Kissed you under the town bridges that don’t Exist in real life, I have loved you enough And so much more, the love you find in between The story books, because it feels so beautiful to be true.

I fear if, I get to know you A little bit more, I will fall in love With you But, you wouldn't so.