Human.

Some days, I'm an enlightened being, contemplating the existence of the Cosmos.
Other days, I'm only human, drowning in a sea of my sorrows.

"She isn't replying."

Him: "She isn't replying."
And just like that, three words tore her heart into irreparable pieces.

Force Of Nature.

He was a force of nature,
With eyes as dark as the night sky that twinkled with their own light.
His smile was like sunshine, spreading hope and warmth through the darkness of my soul.
His skin was like moonlight falling on an icy peak.
His laugh was like the first day of spring.
His lips were soft as freshly bloomed roses.
And his voice was like a summer breeze.
Loving him was like dancing in the rain,
And losing him was like a deathless drowning.
I fell in love with a force of nature,
And that's when I realized how beautiful self-destruction could be.

Empty.

Scrolling through your pictures, I choke back a sob,
I don't know why, but I just can't stop.
Why the hell does it hurt so much?
I haven't even seen your face or felt your touch.
But that doesn't stop the pain from ripping me up inside,
All I want to do is curl up and cry.
I put on a brave face and try to get through the day,
"Who gives a shit?" I fake a laugh and say.
Little do they know that it's killing me,
I hide it from everyone so skillfully.
My heart gives a little squeeze each time I hear your name,
What I wouldn't give, just to hear your voice again.
It's 2 a.m. now and I just can't sleep,
The wounds you left on my heart, they run so deep.
My fingers twitch to send you a text,
Old memories resurface and the tears come next.
You've left me alone with my heart in pieces,
The ease with which you said goodbye, left me shattered and speechless.
I've typed long messages to you, but didn't bother to send them,
Just the way you ended us, I decided to end them.
I'm staring at the moon with an empty heart,
You're gone and once again, I'm falling apart...
~Suchetana.

True love and chicken.

There's something really ridiculous that has recently come to my attention. Teenagers these days keep saying things like, "I'll die for you." while professing their love to the objects of affection.

I don't know what is so romantic about being dead but by that standard, chicken should be the truest love ever! Yeah sure, someone telling you that they'd die for you is cute and all (mostly creepy) but chicken actually died for you. A poor chicken actually sacrificed it's life, so that you could munch on a plate of crispy chicken wings (unless you're a vegetarian, in which case you have no idea what I'm talking about).

So for God's sake, stop equating love to dying for someone. It's not romantic, it's stupid. What's a person gonna do with a dead body? (I am not referring to the necrophiliacs here.)

I mean, seriously, stop being idiots and grow up.

Being cold and dead in a grave will not get you the person you're in love with. Writing long letters to them about how amazing they are, just might. ;)

Okay, bye.

What if?

"All those nights that you stayed awake, crying into your pillow because all you wanted was to be with them; did it ever occur to you,
What if they didn't want to be with you?
What if they'd found someone new?
What if they were never really in love with you?
What if none of it was real and it was all in your head?
You didn't. You know why?
Because you were so blinded by your love for them that you forgot something really important...
You matter too.
So, do everything that is humanly possible for you and then leave them be. If you were ever worth anything to them, they'll come back for you. If they don't, be happy in the knowledge that you tried your best."
-07/07/2016

To girls everywhere,

The purpose of our lives is not to please the boys we like.