I realized myself staring at you. I, myself, liked the way I used admire you. I liked the way that I used to outline your features with my eyes even you are not aware how beautiful you are in your own way. I didn't know until, when I read in the novels that features can be mattered too. My eyes used to be glistening worried about our future. Apart. I hoped those moments would be cherished forever.

He flashed into my life like a torch, flickering with moments of both sweetest and crumpled. Love of the life can't be the one that we should be aware of. What if he was both monstrous and generous? People could call me overcautious. Slipping into my path of thrones could make people taste his bitterness spreading into my entire life. But, no. They don't ever wanna poke his eye because he shields himself with his artificial "gentleman" mask.

I called you.
Got poor connection.
From YOU.

If I'm your gaze, you're my attention.
If I'm your star, you're my obsession.
If I'm your one particular song, you're my whole playlist.
If I'm your glimpse, you're my whole movie.
If I'm your swaraa, you're my sangeetham.
If I'm you're sight, you're my eyes.

I'm hating it again and again. I'm tired of being the third wheel. I'm clearly allowing myself to hurt again and again. I'm not gaining anything from it. Instead losing all my self respect coz I'm the one who approached and I'm the self reason for this hurting. I'm not hating anyone but i hate the situations throwing me into such a path which really doesn't need me. Telling this to anyone doesn't make a difference.
And I don't mean anything to anyone in this path.

Things weren't same as before.
You have really mastered it well in turning one's feelings to numb.
Can't feel the pureness anymore.

We've got our situation to "Those days were ours". Lost my connection with you already but pretending that you are paying attention to me is what scaring me. I'm really not at all ready to express my feelings to you anymore. I'M LITERALLY TIRED. I'm not going to let me be the fool again.