I've constructed so many responsibilities around me. It suffocates me. I want freedom from the obligation to love. I don't want to love or be loved. I want to become a nondescript person who blends into the background of a busy city. I don't want to be remembered. I don't want you to wake up in the middle of the night and miss me. I want you to forget me altogether.
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There were days that my heart played hide-and-seek with you. My heart so desperately wanted you to find it in the folds of the early morning, deep nights of passion, lazy monsoon afternoons. It cried for you to capture its promised glow if you just took her out to your favorite getaway, surprised her, planned a trip from scratch, or even took her out for the ice-cream without any prompting. Find it. That's all my heart used to ask.
There were days that my heart played hide-and-seek with you. But now it's hidden never to return.
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As the days go by, my mind is illustrating a perfect escape. It used to be free falling, then it became strangulation, but there was the perfect third. I'm getting there.
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I'm dipping in the holy waters of solitude and tuning all of you out of my life. Please forget me past all fragments of memories you may have of me. Please leave me with the dignity of no memory puzzle. I want to to be forgotten in one swell sweep. Leave me, please.
Poof.
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There were days that my heart played hide-and-seek with you. My heart so desperately wanted you to find it in the folds of the early morning, deep nights of passion, lazy monsoon afternoons. It cried for you to capture its promised glow if you just took her out to your favorite getaway, surprised her, planned a trip from scratch, or even took her out for the ice-cream without any prompting. Find it. That's all my heart used to ask.
There were days that my heart played hide-and-seek with you. But now it's hidden never to return.
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As the days go by, my mind is illustrating a perfect escape. It used to be free falling, then it became strangulation, but there was the perfect third. I'm getting there.
---
I'm dipping in the holy waters of solitude and tuning all of you out of my life. Please forget me past all fragments of memories you may have of me. Please leave me with the dignity of no memory puzzle. I want to to be forgotten in one swell sweep. Leave me, please.
Poof.
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