I know this dagger hurts, but I am dead if I pull it out.


She wiped a tear as she lay down the phone. 'Sorry'. That wasn't what she needed.

She cursed herself, for the millionth time as she saw herself in the mirror, swollen red eyes, and tears.
Tears that won't agree to stop, tears that didn't need a reason to steal her smile these days, tears that came gushing at the slightest provocation.

She remembered her former self. How people would call her cold hearted ,how she had been proud of being one. How it was so easy to smile through the toughest of problems, and how nothing mattered.


And now how a single person changed her entire self. Its as if she doesn't recognize herself anymore. She finds herself morphed into a 'sissy-girl' or that's what she called them before.

The people who were sensitive, for whom love mattered the most, for whom being-cliche-being-cheesy didn't matter as long as the feelings were genuine.
He came barging through the door. 'Hey I donot know what your problem is but I am tired of apologizing'.

She started sobbing again as he began to leave. 'Right now I am in pain. Right now I have nothing to give, but this is the time I need you the most. I just need to feel you around me, holding me, making me feel how important I am for you. You don't need to say anything at all, I just need to feel your arms around me. Please don't go. Please'

And How she still wishes she had said all that aloud that day.



20 comments:

  1. OMG. Wow.
    The title. Wow. Really.
    I was actually imagining all this while reading it.
    Beautiful piece.
    Hope the study's going good?!
    Take care!
    xx

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  2. why girls always love writing about romance O_O ç_ç

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  3. @blahblaholic: yay. First comment. *dancesaround*
    Well I wont take credit for it, I heard it somewhere.
    Please dont ask about studies, else I ll be slipping into my depression mode.

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  4. @linux and life:
    Maybe to make up for the dearth of it in their own lives.
    :[

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  5. @the guy in the mirror:
    Good or bad everyone ends up with one.

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  6. Then I hope the end takes years to reach me.

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  7. Why did you use "I" instead of "she" in the last paragraph...I wonder :-)

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  8. She should have!

    But, then, would that make any difference to the insensitive guy?

    Nice read.


    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  9. @guy in mirror. : Haahaa. hope so.

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  10. @BA : Umm arent insensitive and boy synonyms?

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  11. Now THAT stole my heart. TOTALLY.

    She was cold hearted, and she was stone as people call her, but that was not her fault. And now that certain person came tumbling down each wall that she'd built with marble and stones. They all came tumbling down in a second.

    I feel bad for her. But worse for the guy, cause he changed her. But he never could hold on to her. That girl, who's heart he silently stole.

    LOVED IT.

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  12. I am so glad. You interpreted it exactly I had it in my head.
    And thanx a lot. You made my day. :]

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  13. I am reading this blog from start still the end. Caught my head. Just there.

    Btw, how can I follow you? I never get this subscribe-thing. Too aloof for that.

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  14. Omg omg !! *dances around over the place* too much delighted to express in words.

    Ok to follow scroll down to the bottom-est part of the blog.

    Nevertheless a reader is all I need. Following doesn't really matter.

    And don't judge me by my earlier blog posts. I was possessed by a ghost, that's all I can say.

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