Doomed and dark,
my moods prevail..
deep and haunting
lusting for that trail..
the trail of that thread
that leads me to you,
the you that was me,
the me that i thought i knew...
i hated that scream
that breathed in me then
but i was strung, strung onto the same,
the same as your claim, that claim to love...
in your bed, holding your hands
i wanted you, you didn’t need me,
you needed your own space
but you did want me…
breathing faster and faster
i shook like a train,
all in vain,
since i felt used again…
i soothed myself since you looked away
didn’t want to cry, but there was no other way
didn’t want you to hate me for taking that wrong turn
but hate you did, which did burn…
hated that scream
that told me you weren’t there,
but you were, waiting outside,
i learnt that you cared…
but was that enough
for me to hold on
i hated that scream
that said you would eventually be gone....
learn, what did i learn,
it wasn’t me that made you wait, but someone else
it hurt inside but i still felt numb
what hurt more was how could i be so dumb…
It’s about a particular moment...that someone hated, but he wishes he was still there, coz its still better than what he has now....wishing he could do it better and more....
