Its better to hear “you” in ur absence, cuz ur presence makes no sense. I’m gettin’ unconscious. This unbearable shit turnin’ into something that i can bear. Its like m sick of you , still I need you as my cure.
Digging out memories from the graveyard, in the search of remains. But suddenly all get disappear. I’m at beginning of this story, cuz i think “i just don’t care”. This crushed weed, that i breathe “makes no hit” ,cuz uh poisoned my blood to never get me “repair”. Sometimes i keep close my eyes, to do not see ur clear “lies”.
I don’t waana give up this moment, cuz uh are one of my prayers. In this two side story, i’m wearing both. Somewhere you played your role, in moulding my soul. Without you it feels like walkin’ in acid rain “it burns me”. I think i can hold some longer than i think. Things that i can’t bear, liting ur words in my cigarette that i burn with the tear.
In this awkward silence, my heart screaming ur name “hope u can hear”.
You always surrounded me, wherever i go i feel your every single word. Kept repeating from your first laugh and that perfect smile. Not everything is made to end magically. Few of them are for some perfect binding of heart that live forever in some magical way.I always searched myself in you.
and then,
I see the worse in me,
Shadow of you,
Walking Behind Me…..
Ankit Vibhor 