The Chat

I wrote this on 26th December, 2018. Came across this today, and I wasn’t sure if I had posted it before. That chat still resides in my archived notes, while the number stays blocked.

Those Dreadful Wednesdays

How could she say that I was the one who changed,When I still love her the same?If not the three magical words,Then what were her eyes trying to say?Even as she was fighting with me,Why did she ask me to drive safely?Then when I did get injured, why wasn’t she even slightly worried? I couldn’t…

I wish

Some days, I forget.I forget what had happened between us,and how what you did is still something I can’t forgive.But, those some days, when I forget that,I wish, you would still tag me in memes,and reply with a face-palm, every time I try to crack a joke.I wish, I could still flood your DM, when…

They weren’t yours to take away

It’s a poem I wrote while recovering from a bad bestfriend-breakup. Something that worked as an acceptance of the events for me.