blueorchid

 The letters never sent The love, unsaid, unread The feelings, unfelt, unmet, The tears, unrun, unfelt, the names, unsaid, the places, unwent the holes, unfilled the depths, unheard, unseen the colors, untouched, the patterns, unseen, the hollows, unsheen, Thank you for what you were Thank you for what you are Thank you for what I am For what I am, because you are!

What do you do? Say it all out? Or keep it with you? That lingering fragrance of perfume in your hair. Those things which weren't said. Are they important? Would the charm go away if you poke too much? Or would you be exposed? Is it prettier this way? The shell? The shiny glittery shell of warmth, with cold underneath may be. Who knows? The things weren't said you see. Should we wait for the answers? Should we keep the charm and decorate our homes with it and let it be. Look at it with awe everyday. In the mirror, on how pretty and bold you are. So strong. Are you? Or is it a shell? Should I say? Should I not? Doesn't really matter. I'd just let it be.

I sometimes think about it. About that precise moment when you lost courage, and the motivation to pull it through. How big that moment must have been for you. Or perhaps for me. May be you knew it all along. May be I did too. May be I didn't realise it. May be I couldn't bring myself to realise it. Or believe that it had come. That final moment where you'd give up. And I'd give in.  You see it wasn't a fight. How could I hold on when you'd given up. On me. On us. On everything we'd built together. A foundation of love and affection up into smoke. Just like that. That precise moment when you could see the light beyond darkness. And I was too ignorant to even open my eyes.

And what do you do When you reach the other side To only realize, That it was just a tide. May be the choice was wrong Or your faith too strong But now that you've come here What do you do? The lover's last kiss Which would die with time While you stand on the other side Was it even worth a dime? The worthiness of it all You'd say it doesn't matter What about the aching heart Does that not shatter? I know you've been there I know what they say It's easy, move on I know what all goes on You pick yourself up love And light your own fire For the bridges that weren't meant to be Can always be a pyre Pyre of a wrong decision For which you've been forgiven You loved with all your heart you see? And you do not deserve misery!