even though we crave for each other
we would still wake up besides other people who don’t make sense to the either of us
but that’s how we teach each other the lesson of how to miss out on becoming
great love stories when looking for love in wrong people
but continue to repeat the process
week after week, month after month until one day, you know you are done being silly
and you drunk dial me and leave a message on voicemail
which says nothing more than my name in your slurred voice, punctuated with drunken breaths and tense silence.
i still listen to that message every single day and,
we still wake up besides other people who don’t make any sense to the either of us
but that’s how we teach each other the lesson of how to ruin something beautiful
even before it started blooming
by searching for flaws in wrong people and leaving them heartbroken
just because we crave for each other
but, continue to remain in each other’s silent spaces, between unsaid words of love slipping into an unending slumber from the gaps of our fingers, between drunken breaths and aborted voice messages
that’s how we teach each other the lesson that grief sometimes, can be a self induced displacement of desires just so
we have each other, love each other by trying to unleash destruction through fireworks of subtle disasters,
and still wake up besides other people who don’t make any sense to the either of us.
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i have lost count of the hours i spent not grieving the death of love
i have lost count of the nights i spent staring at the ceiling fan, trying to count the number of its spins
and, i lost count of the number of times i have listened to your favorite song just to learn its lyrics by heart but still fumble at places where lovenotes twirl around happy endings.
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all good things take time
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