Always?

Always?

I had to choose
you or me
I chose you.
You had to choose
me or you,
You chose yourself
So we loved you twice
and me not at all.
You left me anyway.
You left me
devastated
and empty.
Another came along.
I had to choose
Her or me
I chose me.
She had to choose
Her or me
She chose herself
We left each other anyway
Devastated
and empty.
You came back.
And I chose you again.
Always, I guess.

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How often do you think about me?

How often do you think about me?

When someone touches your hair,
Laughs at your jokes,
Hurts you,
Or just watches you giggle endlessly,
Do you wish that it was me?
When someone pushes you away
To pull you closer,
Looks in your eyes
And smiles with curled lips
And crinkled eyes,
Do you wish that it was me?

When someone gives you roses,
Chocolates,
Or adventure and Love,
When someone wraps his arm
around your shoulders,
Do you wish it was my heartbeat,
My arms and my warm grip,
Do you wish that it was me?

When someone holds your hands,
Rubs your palms,
Kisses the back of your hand,
Holds it forever,
Do you wish it was the folds of my fingers,
And hope in my eyes?
Do you wish it was me?

Do you think about me as often
As blades think of cutting,
And the band-aid of healing?

Do you, as often
As the sun of burning,
And the water of drowning?

Do you think about me as often
As the clock of ticking away,
And the days of making us wait?

Do you think about me as often
As I think of you,
Or not at all?

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What does happiness mean to you?

What does happiness mean to you?

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“What does happiness mean to you?”

“For me,
Happiness is when in the night,
The room gets too cold,
My dog crawls onto my bed,
And falls asleep right beside me.
I place my hands softly on his heaving chest,
And smile as I close my eyes.
Happiness is when the love of my life,
Is giggling and jumping around,
With me,
And I get a whiff of honey and vanilla
Every time I hold her in my arms,
And bury my face in her hair.
Happiness is a Christmas tree,
And my family helping me decorate it,
Seeing their eyes light up with the feeling of being home,
As we chatter about memories,
Of my childhood, of family romances,
Or simply of last Christmas.
Happiness is watching six friends,
And laughing at their sarcastic comments.
It is hot chocolate, a shot of vodka,
And the one person you don’t mind getting drunk with.
It is a starry night, cold wind,
And sleeping on the empty terrace.
It is not being empty inside.
Happiness is the feeling of falling love with everything.

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98.

Hey! I am sorry for the delay in posting. I’ve been going through a tough period and so couldn’t write. But here I am, and here is a poem on humans. Enjoy!

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Humans have faults.
We give names to feelings,
but forget to give it life.
Often confuse ourselves
Feel something, call it another.
Judge people
On race, and skin
On sex, and sexuality.
We often misunderstand
The hearts within.
Humans have faults,
but that’s just a part of being us.
After all,
We are all Jon Snows in this world;
We know nothing.

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A ghost with a beating heart

A ghost with a beating heart

I’ve been asked
‘Are you okay?’
Way too many times.
And I’ve answered
Way too many times
‘I am fine.’
My voice has been firm
Quite unlike my smile
That trembles
For just a little while
But manages to lie.
I try.
There are no cuts
On my hand,
And no dust
On my shoulder.
It’s just
My damn eyes.
They cannot seem to lie.
I’ve been asked
Way too many times
I’m tired.
But I’ve answered
Every single time
‘I am fine.’

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