I wasn't like this before,but that was then and this is now.
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I wasn't like this before,but that was then and this is now.
I met love when I met him
Archive
I archive everyone’s chats because I like the calm of an empty screen
it’s like they’re still here,
but hidden,
like ghosts I allow to stay quietly.
His chat was always pinned.
Today, I archived it too.
Maybe he doesn’t mean the same anymore.
Maybe I don’t love him like I used to.
Maybe it was just infatuation,
a teenager’s messy storm ;
hormones, loneliness, attachment,
or just low self-respect disguised as love.
Maybe I haven’t met the world yet,
the ones who make me forget him
without trying.
But then, a voice whispers:
you still love him.
You’re just scared
scared he’ll leave again,
scared he’ll choose her again,
scared to know he already has.
You’re scared to face that he never cared,
that he never loved you,
that you were just a pause in his boredom.
He enjoyed you when it suited him,
laughed with you,
then left you hanging between “almost” and “never.”
And yet
you archived,
you didn’t delete.
Because somewhere,
a part of you still waits for him to text first
a part of me still hopes
the notification will light up,
and for a brief second,
I’ll feel chosen again.
Out of sight, still inside.
Somewhere, a part of me still waits!
waits for him to text first hopes, the notification will light up, and for a brief second,
A BRIEF OF SECOND I’ll feel chosen again.
100s of Birthday wishes, heart wants none Ruined the day again waiting for one The one, who never came and maybe wont ever come The guy I once called my home He's gone He's gone HE'S GONE.
Kisi aur k tumhe naa chahne se tumhari worth kam nai hojati.
Jis awaaz se shuru hota tha din, ussi awaaz mein khudko badnaam hote dekha h maine
Tu ne mujhe sataya, dukh diya,
Par ek din tujhe bhi waisa hi waqt rulayega,
Kisi aur ke liye tu tadpega,
Magar humein kya farq padega?
Tere khayalon mein ab koi aur hoga,
Hum nahi…
Toh behtar hai tu khush hi rahe,
Jab tu meri duniya hoke bhi mera na hua,
Toh tere jaane ke baad
Teri duniya ujhad bhi jaaye toh kya?
Tu roye, tadpe ya toote kisi aur ke liye,
Ab hamare dil pe koi asar na hoga.
Hum teri kahani ka hissa na kal the, na aaj hain,
Tu azaad hai,
Humein tujhse koi gila-shikwa nahi.
Tu chahe khush rahe ya gham mein doob jaaye,
Hum na dua karenge, na baddua denge,
Aur agar tu roye bhi,
Toh yeh aansoo humein yaad karke thodi bahenge..
I dream of a day when I’m running ahead, my hair wild in the wind, giggles spilling out of me like I’m the happiest girl alive. He’s behind me, chasing me, not to catch me but to be part of this little burst of magic. In my dream, he suddenly pulls out his phone, not because he planned to, but because something in his heart whispers,
“I want to remember her like this forever.”
I imagine the way he’d look at me through that lens, like I'm THE MOST BEAUTIFUL thing he’s EVER SEEN!
I was a swimmer. You took away my pool, shoved me onto a track, and when I couldn’t outrun the runners, you told everyone I was useless.
I build walls so high no one sees in, yet somehow the silence still hurts. The ones I thought could read the storm in my eyes never even noticed the thunder. I bottle hurricanes behind my smile, but every word I spill feels like a crack I regret. Even now, I wish I could pull it all backfold my thoughts into paper birds and set them on fire before anyone reads them. Maybe I was never meant to be understood. Maybe this, too, should’ve stayed unsaid.
When you learn to accept or embrace your inner darkness, even it begins to feel comforting. Shadows too can be warm, not just frightening.
Beauty lies not in the scene, but in the eyes of the beholder.
Slow down, feel deeply, see beauty in simplicity, cherish the quite corners of life.
From searching him in every person to, wishing I never meet someone like him in this life.