Waves.

The waves hit me
Right on my feet,
The water ripples,
They moved around me.
But I was okay,
It was only till my feet,
It was okay.
I was warm deep within me,
Your warmth hadn’t left the spaces
Between my fingers, deep in my knuckles.
And my neck, it had your kisses.
You were like a dog.
You, who marked his territory, in the form of
Soft kisses on my bare skin.
The waves kept leveling up.
They were till my knees
And I trembled, for the water was too cold,
And so was your soul.
Your soul was dark and I was too caught up,
Maybe a bit in love,
To realize what was in front of me,
It wasn’t love, no;
It was far from that.
The waves kept rising,
And it’s getting hard to stand still.
The tides will knock me down.
And I wasn’t quite aware of that,
But I didn’t know how to move away either.
The sand I stood on,
It was the only
Place I had ever known.
And it was home to me.
And how could anyone ever
Run away from their home?
You are slowly sliding away from me,
But all I can do is let you slide further;
After all, I don’t quite like you anymore.
No, I came out of it.
The tides were too high,
So were your hands.
They rose from my waist, up to my throat.
From a gentle caress,
They turned to strangling fingers.
The waves are till my waist now,
And I am shivering all over.
I am struggling to keep my toes in the sand.
All the while, not realizing that I should let go;
For if I sink my toes any deeper,
I won’t be able to get out.
And you have left me,
But you have left with me a great weight.
It just helps me to sink in further away.
It’s getting harder to get out of the water now,
I am whimpering, trying to hold myself still.
Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?
The waves hit my shoulder, and I-
I can’t do anything but fall.
The amount of water is too much,
And I’m afraid, even though
I’ve learnt to get my feet out,
It’s far too late.
So I sink, sink, sink
As the water covers me,
I disappear, disappear, disappear.
//I wrote this for my bestfriend.

Oh My Dearest

It seems to me that all I ever
Write about is you.
It seems that you are still in my head.
And I want you out, trust the gods.
I want you out,
Desperately.
Dearest, all my thoughts and whispers,
They all lead to you.
They all are of you.

Cobwebs start to appear in the darkest,
Most magnificent parts of my mind
For they are not being used.
All my energy goes into pumping out air
Of you, out of me.

The flowers that you once planted in me,
The lies and promises you spoke out,
They grow thorns and day by day,
They prick me and sink into me.

Blood gushes out in the form you
Once were.
Sweet, soft, tender.

See? Even now.
Oh my dearest, I’m thinking of you.
I want you out of my head,
Or I fear I’ll have to go off with it.

It seems to me that everything has
Little whispers of you in them.
Oh my dearest, even the music don’t sound the same.
Oh my dearest, it has the voice of you.
It seems as though you Hun to my soul.

The little flowers on the ground,
Remind me of how you plucked them
And dressed me with them.

Oh my dearest, am I paranoid?
Oh my dearest, get out of my head.
Oh my dearest.
Oh my dearest.