Painting from Chitra Santhe, Bangalore 2013 (by PUprety)
I think this is how it’s supposed to go.
You meet that one perfect stranger and
all of a sudden, a new chapter of your life commences.
You let him in and let go of the life you were living before
you met him subconsciously. You become vulnerable because he seems to always know just what to say to
get you to stick around.
In the beginning, you’ll have the most illuminated smile
on your face.
You’ll catch very few other girls in your city wearing this smile,
You’ll glow as bright as a full moon on a
warm summer night.
Make sure the whole world sees how bright you’re glowing.
You’ll catch him smiling during and after each and every
single kiss because he’ll know
He’ll look into the melancholy brown of your eyes,
the pair of eyes that
he compliments when he kisses you
good morning and goodnight and then start to destroy you little by little.
No one said love would feel a lot like death.
You have this beautiful boy in front of you but
you’re fifty shades of blue because
you feel the heartbreak coming on the same way you can
always smell the rain before it
actually comes pouring down.
You feel this because he doesn’t look at you the way he used to.
When it’s all over, you’ll bleed poetry
day in and day out trying to
rid him from your bones- trying to shake him
from your memory.
because sleeping with everyone in your contacts after him can’t seem to help you forget him.
You’ll drink your father’s entire bar-
start with the whisky first because it reminds you of
You’ll replay every instant and try to
piece together every god-damn conversation you two ever shared together just to try and see where it all went wrong.
You’ll look at yourself in the mirror and
you’ll look like Yokohama of ‘63.
You’ll look at your lips,
think of his-
shed another tear.
When it’s all over, you’ll try so damn hard to
forget that whole chapter of your life.
The chapter where you so foolishly thought that
he was the ultimate reason for your happiness.
You’ll wish it had never happened but
then hate yourself for even
letting him in.
You’ll blame yourself for everything that’s happened-
from start to finish.
You’ll blame yourself for being uncontrollably naive and
self-involved with this
But despite everything, you’ll hold on to one thing.
Hope that he’ll come around and stop being
fearful of loving you.
You’ll hope that he’ll come to his senses and stop trying to
someone so broken and damaged.
You’ll hope that he realises that not many things in life are impossible, but that trying to tame
someone as wild as
a series of hurricanes mounting the southern shores
was like trying to create world peace.
— Anais Sarah Aiache
my boyfriend is actually the most perfect thing ever. <3
— Unknown (via slingthatslang)