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TAKE ME HOME

I know I break boundaries.

I know my friends are pissed.

I know what I'm doing is no good.

I know my actions will harm me.

I know it will destroy my inner peace.

And I still do it.

But I don’t blame myself, nor do I try to warn.

After a point, I just stop because…

I know I’m stubborn, and once my mind is made up, nothing will change it.

So, I do it.

I do whatever my fragile heart wants and yearns for,

Even though the feeling doesn’t last long.

I do it.

But I also let it hurt.

I let myself bear the consequences.

It’s hard, but I’ll do it.

And one thing I’m glad about is that I’m always there for myself

Before and after anything bad happens.

I don’t put myself down.

I don’t curse myself for the poor decisions I make.

I let it hurt, but with my utmost care and concern.

I accept that this action was meant to happen,

And it’s okay to make stupid decisions.

We all make mistakes and outgrow them eventually.

I’m gentle with my heart,

And I love that about myself.

I'm soooooooo soooooooooo soooooooooo sooooooooo sooooooooo soooooooooo sooooooooooo sooooooo SAD

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"Weep day and night, until your eyes dry out .

Use all the tears of your life so that they don't distract you again"

-Kunti

Love stories are not about love, they are about what happens to people when they are in love .

-Imtiaz Ali

"The unknown is always more fascinating than the known."

-Pallace of illusion

“My mum brought me up to think that personal happiness is more important than your family.”

— Gail Porter

Every time I consume caffeine

Anxiety kicks in

Now,

Coffee makes me scared of the impending attack

“We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.”

— Paulo Coelho

“Saying yes to happiness means learning to say no to the people and things that stress you out.”

— Unknown

“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

— Unknown

“please don’t come closer unless you plan to stay”

— Unknown

“Maturity is learning to walk away from people and situations that threaten your peace of mind, self-respect, values, morals and self worth.”

— Unknown

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

— Unknown

“Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?”

— Unknown

Chennai was the " best" place with my " best" friends around

Paulo Coelho

“It takes a huge effort to free yourself from memory.”

— Paulo Coelho

With Love, I part ways

My love for you, was as gentle as wind

The wind that breezed across thy face once

Ne'er failed to bring thee a slight glee

You seem'd to enjoy, and assure thine love was true

Which I blame myself as I mistook

You mad'st me believe the enjoyment as love

I trusted it more than my soul

Breaking it, seem'd like a merry chore to you

But for me, it was my oxygen

A reason to live and breathe

Parting from thee felt like a rock lifted off my chest

A heavy block that hindered to inhale the goodness

You wert the block in my life

I devour thee and hence I shall let thee go

He was so focused on my lips nd kissing , for once I pulled away and just curled inside when his arms were wrapped around my body . His arms were warm enough to give the warmth I yearned for..

That was the best thing in the makeout session.

Id like to ignore his misdeeds not to welcome him back to my life rather to still cherish the moments I had with a guy for the first time

“I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy their existence.”

— Unknown

— danagray

I'm exhausted from listening to music,

Making an effort feels impossible,

Waiting seems endless,

Even the things I love feel burdensome.

Nothing I do helps me feel better.

Getting up from my bed is a struggle,

Relieving the pain feels like an uphill battle,

Accepting the pain is overwhelming.

I find it hard to validate myself,

And to give my heart the love it deserves.

What's the point of living if you can't be there for yourself?

Why did I give myself to someone without any guarantee?

I hate to acknowledge its return,

And this time its aim is ambiguous,

Which makes it all the more disturbing.

It breaks my heart,

I feel like a soul trapped in my body,

Trying to break free from these unwanted thoughts.

I feel imprisoned in my own mind and body,

My soul shackled by my physical form.

Every racing heartbeat feels like a cry for help,

As if it’s banging on a door, begging to be freed.

My mind acts like a silent watcher,

Its evil laughter echoing,

Seeming more wicked than ever.

I know this isn't me,

Because if it were, I would open the door,

And let my inner self find happiness.

I feel helpless,

Falling back into the dungeon.

And I don’t know if I'll be saved again by someone,

Or if I’m just waiting to drown and crawl back to my space.

I don't want to drown,

I'm scared like a baby.

I can hear people calling my name,

I can hear her calling.

It feels good to be called by name:

"Arundhathi... Arundhathi..."

It's my friend calling,

Pooja is calling me,

And I’m twitching suddenly.

Help, please, please ask for help.

Am I being overdramatic, or am I just a little stressed?

I don't know what can help me feel better.

Exercise, a walk, or a long talk with my friend, or making new connections?

What can I try?

Is this a poem? No.

Writing poems relieves stress,

Makes me feel like I'm good enough.

Honestly, I don't doubt my abilities anymore.

I know I'm good enough.

And poetry ensures that feeling always stays.

But this isn't a poem; it's a stream of consciousness written in verses.

“Everybody isn’t going to love you. Most people don’t even love themselves.”

— Unknown

“Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.”

— Sigmund Freud