maybe just maybe

  

I hope you don’t fall in love

With another person,

 

...

Until you stop mourning

About that one person.

 

A masked face on the outside

Still loving that one girl deep inside

I don’t think the present will love it

If you keep living in the past.

 

Maybe just maybe

Have you given a thought,

Of how she might’ve forgotten you

The day you guys bid goodbye,

The day you were sure

Would be the last day

Her eyes would meet yours?

 

Maybe just maybe,

Have you given a thought

Of how the people you now spend time with

Are a part of your life,

While you still mourn the void

That can be filled by only her?

 

Maybe just maybe

Did you happen to think

If you deserve more than

A forgotten love?

 

Maybe just maybe

You deserve love

That’s looking at you

Right now

While you still search for hers.

 

Maybe just maybe

You’re still blind

And the love you thought eternal

Has lost its spark

Yet you still look for it.

 

Maybe just maybe

You could stop living in the past,

You could stop loving the same person,

You could resume your life after the goodbye,

You could colour your present,

A different colour

Different

Than

Her.

 

Maybe just maybe

You can finally break free the cage

And realize

You are loveable

And start loving yourself.

 

 

When people say,

True love always stays,

My mind says

“Only the love that stays,

And not stains,

Stays in your heart.”

 

When you have that fleeting feeling that she will be back one day, remember that you don’t deserve a maybe. Love is more than just a maybe.

 

~The end~

 

 

Hiii, it has been some time since I tried to rhyme. Writer’s block is something.

 

I was reading my friend’s collection of poems and as I read the first one, I had too much to say and decided to write it up like any sane person. Only it surprised me after I did it.

 

This poem is about the concept of “being hung up on someone”. We see a lot of this plot in the movies and television. And might I add, in real life too. It may not be just about a person but the kind of person you yourself used to be. Dwelling on past, as they put it. I am not a big fan of it. No one is.

 

When I think of the question, “If you could access time travel, would you be willing to go to the past and change anything?” My answer would always be no. This seems like a post for another day.

 

The poem I read really struck a chord for me (no, it’s not A minor). It’s called “Nocturnal Memories” by Datta Praneeth. I loved his collection of 7 poems, even imagined a YouTube commentary while I read it. It deserves a lot of love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have a little bonus poem on the point of view of the girl, in the above poem.

 

 

Maybe just maybe

You’ll love someone other than me

Maybe just maybe

You’ll let go of my memories.

 

Maybe just maybe

You’ll learn what love is

And you realize

I haven't been that lovely, lately.

 

You deserve more than me

You deserve the love from you

Not the "maybe love" from me

But the definite kind

Like the sun rises in the east

Like the North Star is always in the north

Like the waves attracted to the moon

Like the science backed up by proof.

xoxo

 

 

 

I hope you guys loved the poem <3

 

 

Hopefully i'm in your emails now!! If you don’t know what im talking about, I spread my wings and reached Substack. Substack has the newsletter facility. Meaning all my posts will be sent to your emails now <333 heeeheee

It’s better than me poking at you, right?

 

See you guys next time <33

 

Until then

Take care.

 

 

 

 

 

TDD: ten day diary

Well well well, my exams are completed. Time for the next wave to hit us. The wave will reach me by the end of the month.

 

I had a great time.

 

I love you

Rini.

 

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