I was enchanted to meet you. Enchanted.♡

It's not the flowers and gifts and surprises and words that make you fall in love.

It's the stolen glances and the smiley eye contacts, it's the efforts that comes with the flowers. It's the thought of wanting to be my reason to smile. It's the promises that your words carry, it's the safety your heart provides mine. It's your soul that perfectly intervines with mine <3

Oh I never expected too much. I never expected you to understand sorrows i never shared , to understand silence all too well. I was willing to speak. To let my bridge open and the water of my feelings flow to you in every way you could have required. But you never did. You didnt ever even were curious enough. I let my my feelings leak through yet for I was too desperate to be heard. Understood. But I don't hate you. I never could.I thought you were my knight in the shining Armor but now you're just another tide in the flood of emotions I seem to be drowning in.

To love pomegranates

I loved them like one eats pomegranate. Bleeding for the sake of even a quivering , contemptuous touch. Being elite at offering when I'm on the verge of shrinking to abstract in the insides. Conferring myself on the lightest of curiosity. Till my bones show. Bleeding till there's nothing left of me. Nothing left of me.

Oh and to exist as a free versed poetry, escaping from the agony and hate and tears and pleads your soul is knitted with.

What would I have not given?

To belong without the loud closing doors, without the tears threatening to spill, without the voices in my head deafening me.

Oh lord, what would I have not given?

To, for once, be the perfect child, the perfect friend and the perfect lover.

Oh and what shall I have not given?

To let my soul exist as a free versed poetry, without being knitted with tears and cries and pleads and agony.

And oh darling, we'll build a home of love and of complete sentences and affirmations and words of love and we'd leave behind the cradle of bones we were raised in.

And all this time I thought I wanted to dissapear, to hide ; what I really wanted was to be held , to be seen.

She's not the kind of pretty you find in movies, definitely not the one with the bubbly persona, she has the kind of beauty you find in pearls. The crescent moon and swan kind of beauty.

She's not the centre of attention kind of beautiful but the kind of enchanting you have towards the burning starlight.

She has an almost soft and gentle type of fierceness to achieve her desires.

She's not the type of pretty you find in movies.

And the days I write in curves, he still can read between the lines; and the days my soul tangles up, he still can unravel the knots of my heart <3

Sometimes, all you need is love and trust to realise you really weren't a monster to be redeemed.

I feel the blood on my wounds being devoured up as I let my tongue slip away.

The kind of love where he's who you yearn for in nightmares, the kind of love where he's who you drool over in daydreams.♡

The intimacy of feeling safe <3

Memories are sometimes a relief, and sometimes they are torture. But we hold onto the memories, because they’re what we have left.

-13 Reasons Why

“There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn‘t very loveable.”

— Unknown