I felt cold. I felt my fingers numbing and nails turning pink. I felt the tears quivering on my lashes. They too were cold. I folded my arms in vain attempt to warm myself up. I shivered from head to toe. I wondered why I was cold because - bright sun was sparkling on clear blue sky. My brain was freezing. I looked in the mirror. I couldn't look that girl in eyes.

Weather wasn't too cold. It was my heart; yearning for warmth.

The warmth of love.

Unconditional love!

She: Come back.

He: I will.

She: WHEN ???

He: Give me time. I'm trying. Eat.

She: I'll eat when I can call you mine.

He: I've always been.

She: Let's get a room.

He: Eat first.

She: Then we will?

He: One day.

She: Let's go somewhere.

He: Eat.

She: Come back.

*kisses*

She: Asshole!

I accidentally looked in the mirror. I didn’t see myself. Instead, I saw a wreck. A soul, shredded. Someone torn, it broke me – all over again.

What have I become. Who have I become. I don’t recognize myself anymore.

No familiarity strikes when I look in mirror. Destructed.

A girl, who once believed in magic and miracles, has no shimmer of hope in her eyes anymore.

A girl, who believed that everything will be okay in the end, her eyes are baffled with the horror of what her life might become.

A girl, whose laughter could light up the gloomiest souls, can no longer muster the courage to even speak.

I am that girl. The one you left. You made me bloom for you, and then you took off without breathing the fragrance in. Who does that?

I want to scream.

So loud, that the whole world would listen.

Listen to the void in my chest.

Feel the ache in my heart.

Drench in the tears I shed.

So loud, that your ice cold heart would hear a crack.

So loud, that your demons would cry.

Maybe you’ll realize how much it hurts.

Maybe you’ll want to take away my pain.

Maybe you’ll understand the depths I’ve dived into.

Maybe you’ll come back.

Maybe.

But I don’t scream that loud.

I can’t.

Instead.

I plug in earphones.

Listen to your songs.

And pretend I’m doing just fine.

Happiness doesn’t come with brain.

Happiness belongs to heart.

Happiness; is a synonym to Magic.

My happiness has a synonym: You!

Only if I knew...

Don't look for smiles.

They are often fake.

Eyes are rarely in sync with them.

Look for the stars.

The bling that dances.

The sparkle that shines.

The magic that bewitches.

When you look for happiness.

Look for the eyes that smile!e

I still remember those times, when despite of all bullshit going on in my life, I still walked on the face of earth as if I owned it all. I did. No one had ever touched my heart, my soul. No one had that much courage to shatter a girl so strong, so fierce, so brave, and so eager to conquer the world.

Now, I see it all as a distant memory.

You shattered me, to my core.

I can’t pick up myself now.

Too many pieces, too sharp.They cut.

My heart is sore.