all she does is
stare at the screen
flipping through their pictures
smiling at him each time
till the pain punches through her again,
through all the kisses
and grins
all the memories of happier times
all she does is
wait for the the emptiness
to come and drown her,
for her sun's gone
and the cold's too much to take,
surrounded by his things
trying to reach to him
somehow
all she does is
read his texts all day
the promises
the love
and the little things,
typing out replies
she'll never send again
all she does is
cry into her pillow
and go through the motions
in a world
that does not,
for her,
revolve anymore
all she does is
die a little every hour
stare at the screen
flipping through their pictures
smiling at him each time
till the pain punches through her again,
through all the kisses
and grins
all the memories of happier times
all she does is
wait for the the emptiness
to come and drown her,
for her sun's gone
and the cold's too much to take,
surrounded by his things
trying to reach to him
somehow
all she does is
read his texts all day
the promises
the love
and the little things,
typing out replies
she'll never send again
all she does is
cry into her pillow
and go through the motions
in a world
that does not,
for her,
revolve anymore
all she does is
die a little every hour
nice one, u portrayed the pain well here in simple words nd a silent tone..
ReplyDelete"all she does is
wait for the the emptiness
to come and drown her,
for her sun's gone
and the cold's too much to take,
surrounded by his things
trying to reach to him
somehow"
:)
Its everything.
ReplyDeletePainful, yes.
Devoid of hope, yes.
Depressing, yes.
Sad, of course.
And talking about love, its so full of it.
Yet, I'll keep the hopes alive.
You portrayed it beautifully.
It's a facet of love, I believe. A painful one.. yet. Sometimes things get just this hopeless, and worse still, helpless. :(
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks, honey!
This was painful. Yet somehow rang so true.
ReplyDeleteYeah.. Hope I succeeded in tapping a little of the pain here..
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteSad, but then, love is sometimes.
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Dying every hour, every minute..
ReplyDeleteEach word carries heart wrenching emotions that pierce the soul.
But tell me this is fiction, just words... I am Richa too and i would hate to know that God has some special pain games going for the name alikes :(
Richa,
ReplyDeleteYes, this is part fiction.. it's based on a friend's experience. :(
Thanks for commenting!
nice post..touchin...liked it..
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