Seema Kapoor

I think about love, imperfectly blooming, shedding its skin and playing no games.

So that’s the first thing; do not expect your life or your journey or your story to go according to a plan in your head.

Breaking away from a, what’s the medical term they use? Sociopath.

I was in so much pain that I physically recoiled, but it didn’t matter.

Boys are fragile. And you aren’t any different.

Loneliness and aloneness aren’t the same thing but they are birthed from the same imperfect parents.

The day goes by in a blur sometimes.

And now, months after my crash, scribbles and open broken pieces of memories still laying around, I am able to feel a little bit less for you everyday. Finally.

That is me getting up.

I give in to you.

Going through heartache has kept my mind racing in one direction, forcing all of my body and soul to nurse that one very bloody and stubborn wound that refuses to boil down.

I hate when you can’t look at me, it’s more unnerving. Just look at me for once.