The way you feel, like you are the only one
When everyone feels love at first sight is a myth,
How do you tell them it happens, and it’s what you’re living with.
When no one knows how its like to be the only one in Love,
How do you explain that there’s no sickness as the sickness of the heart
When no one knows how its like to skip a heartbeat,
How do you tell them your heart has missed so many,
And its slowly tearing you apart.
When people don’t know how its like to just freeze in the moment,
How do you tell them, its all you go through all the time,
How earth stands still and the only voice you can hear is his heartbeat and yours making a perfect rhyme.
How difficult it is when every bit of you, everything that makes you, you, is him
And every thought of losing him, tears you apart from limb to limb.
I guess no one will ever know,
For I’ll never show, because I don’t even believe it myself sometimes,
How can it even be?
That you are so lost without someone, you didn’t even know existed at one time.
So lost that you don’t know yourself anymore, but if loosing them meant finding yourself, then you don’t even want to be found,
How they are all you see, all you hear, and your heart doesn’t recognise any other sound.
That you are so incomplete without someone, who doesn’t even know is the final piece to your puzzle,
How miles away they are, living a life so enchanted, and you are the one in struggle.
When all you can think about is how amazing it would be if you met before time, only so you could spend more time together,
And you feel you are the bird in a cage, hopeless as time flies, and your heart only gets heavier with every fallen feather.
All the darkness, with all the light in the world, your soul knows he’s your favourite kind of light,
And every time you see them, its like miracle is in the air, and your heart gets the hope to keep up the fight.
Your heart belongs to nobody or nothing, not to the ground not to the ocean,
You just belong to the beloved, even when they set your heart for explosion.
And as you pick the broken pieces of whats left of you,
every heartbeat is like a violent scream for him,
Your heart is a survivor, but it no longer knows whether to sink or swim.
Like they are all that’s in you, so much that there’s no room for another breath,
How sometimes real life is darker then fiction, fate worse then death.
Still every thought that isn’t them, tears you apart,
How they are in every silent prayer of your heart.
Your heart so wounded whispers,
‘ I’ve waited this long,
I’ll wait for you a bit more,
Because there’s nothing that can ever prepare me for the day, I won’t be yours.’
Even though love hurts, even though you are flame and love is gasoline,
Aren’t we all still looking for it, ready to burn to ashes, Aren’t we all just predictive machines?
-Akanksha Gulia