I need to let you fuck off from my life.
My days with you are numbered. I can feel it in my bones and in the long, slow drags I'm taking. In the way my fairy lights are twinkling tonight, in sync with the music blasting in my head.
"I don't even need your love,
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough."
I will crave the feeling of my hands in your pockets, and that feeling will overcome me on rainy nights when the power goes off. But you're leaving. And I hope this hollow ache is of relief.
My days with you are numbered. I can feel it in my bones and in the long, slow drags I'm taking. In the way my fairy lights are twinkling tonight, in sync with the music blasting in my head.
"I don't even need your love,
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough."
I will crave the feeling of my hands in your pockets, and that feeling will overcome me on rainy nights when the power goes off. But you're leaving. And I hope this hollow ache is of relief.
Hello there.
ReplyDeleteYour blog's become Dark.
You're ranting about family?
I hope this ache is of relief, too.
ReplyDeleteI want your old colourful header back.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to the fun loving Kanika who'd pour oodles of pyaar here? Why does she have to grow up?
ReplyDeletei like this header better.
ReplyDeleteembrace the sadness. that's the only way it may go away.
hang in there, you.
you'd be fine :)
@Espèra - I don't even know what i'm ranting about...
ReplyDelete@koo - *sigh*
@Meher - a new one is on its way.
@Blasphemous Aesthete - she's being reclusive. She'll be back soon though.
@Orange plum - <3
Love the new look :D
ReplyDeleteYou giving up smoking?
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