By Richa Jayanti
I'd vomit until all my intestine's out,
Scream in the pillow until I can no more shout,
Think, think and think until the brain nerves get entangled,
Talk of them getting outta my life until this throat feels strangled,
Letting all the others leave, in the hope that you'd stay,
Just to find myself beggin' again, the next eve, like "you there? hey..?!"
We know, there's a death, standing at the end of this knife,
Then comes each mornin' without you, cutting my skin deeper, for the rest of my life,
They say, it gets better with every sunrise,
Liars, 'cause I'm still gazing at your name with these stupid teary eyes,
Heatbeat hastens, realising there won't be anymore of "you" any day any soon,
Silently I creep back under discoloured blankets at dusk, dawn and ruthless noon,
There's no more star-gazing or moon watching that I'll do,
I wish there existed a law against love that got me sued,
For everytime I spent myself more than I'd get,
I replay all the less sadder days where we haven't met yet...