"Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself." - Franz Kafka

I kept on seeing you walking,
With your friends,
All smiling and laughing.
Did you ever take time to stop, and look back to see the girl that was staring wistfully at you?

Your charming smiles,
Your eyes,
When we made eye contact,
Or when it felt like we did -
it was like your chocolatey eyes were digging straight into the very essence of my soul,
much like pointy daggers being thrown towards me one by one.
People often tell me the feeling of heartbreak - and often ask me too
But there never was a 'correct' answer.
Because, you never truly understand what being heartbroken is until it is you whose heart is broken.
I knew from the start that you were going to break my heart.
I knew even when I started approaching you.
I knew it definitely when I started falling for you.

I knew it just like you know that going outside in the rain will make you get wet.

And I made the biggest mistake in telling you so.

But then, when you are confessing - you never realise what will happen next,
You forget that you will indeed, end up crashing down.

All you cared about in that precise moment was the feeling of the rain
gracefully dancing on your skin,
enveloping you within a cocoon of happiness and temporary liberty.

But afterwards, when you look back upon your drenched clothes, your runny nose,
your smudged mascara...you'll regret it.

That's what love is to me; that's my heartbreak.


{d.r}