Priority

A girl like her

Would spend hours getting ready

To meet you

With perfectly curled hair,

Daintily applied make-up

And shoes that cost more

Than my one-bedroom apartment rent.

 

But me?

I’d either show up in sweatpants

A bun, and disheveled, hastily applied eyeliner

(The only thing I can do, honestly.)

And the first pair of clean shoes I can find.

I’ve been too busy to do laundry, you see.

Or forget to show up at all

I’ll be working till the wee hours of the morning

To reach a deadline, finish a report.

 

So you’d leave

Saying how I have ‘messed up priorities’

And I’d smile and breathe a sigh of relief

Call me shallow, and I don’t know about her

But I can never make a person my priority.

// Goodbyes and Resolutions, Welcome 2017!

From today onward, we start afresh.

Goodbyes.

I say goodbye to all the people I left this year, to all the people who left me. Here’s to moving on from all the friends I lost contact with because of college, or the people in college I realized I’d rather not be around.

I say goodbye to memories of the bad days I’ve had this year. All the nights spent crying into my pillow, days spent locked in my room, too scared to face the world. I bid adieu to the flashbacks of the blood-curdling yelling, fighting and screaming. Here’s to finally making it through.

I say goodbye to the person I was in high-school; the narcissistic, cold-hearted and shielded girl I’d become as 12th grade was nearing it’s end. Yes, it helped me get on with my life and made transitioning into college a lot easier, but I was left with little to no friends who’d bothered to stay.

And finally I say goodbye to being sad, to believing I wasn’t good enough. Farewell to all the people I hurt this year, because I was afraid to be hurt. I apologize.

Oh, and hello.

Hello to all the wonderful, glorious opportunities that lie ahead, just waiting for me to grab them. I promise myself to reach out and give everything a shot, and remind myself that I’ve nothing to lose.

Hello to all the beautiful people I’d be meeting this year. Here’s to making new friends and sharing ideas, aspirations and dreams.

And a warm hug to the person I aspire to be this year. To the person who’s loving, caring and yet, strong. The person who makes it through whatever life throws at her, and perseveres.

I’m not the person who makes resolutions; but I have just one teeny-tiny thing I want to start doing in 2017.

I aim to get more organized, give adequate time and energy to all the things I want to get done this year. Yes, I’ve taken on more than I can handle, but I’m not giving up.

Here’s to being even more resilient than I already am.

Welcome, 2017!

🎶 Brand New Day – Kodaline 🎶

Bullets

That summer day, when we met

I saw

You had bullets

Lodged in your heart

And for years that were to come

All I did was pry them out

One by one

And having no one, or no place to keep them

Slid them onto my own

And as soon as your last wound closed up,

You were whole again

And you,

You ran away.

Can’t you see me now?

For all I do

Is look for someone to pull out

The bullets I took from you

So that maybe I can run away too.

Run away, to you.

Ghost

Your ghost haunts me

From the corner of my bedroom

Where we lived our forever

From the end of my desk

Where you’d smile at me while I worked

From the end of my dining table

Eating the meals I prepared for you, my love

Now, even though ‘us’ is gone,

‘You’ have stayed.

🎶 The Quiet – Troye 🎶

Counting Down

I’m counting down

The days

Till I’m right beside you

To watch crappy movies with you

But watch you, instead

Eat macaroons and ice-cream, with you by my side

Wishing that I could eat up

All the words that you speak

To go on lovely adventures,

Without our maps

Only to willingly get lost, in you.

And to always hear you talk about your dreams

But dream of you

Instead

🎶 The One – Kodaline 🎶

Continents

If only I’d met you

At the right time

We could have changed the world together

But here we are

Living life in different continents

(cursing our luck)

For showing us exactly what we were meant to be

Just not when we were meant to be.

🎶 Autopilot – Kodaline 🎶

Complete

I faintly remember

You arriving at my doorstep, a year later

“You make me complete.”

You’d said.

But I’m much too complete by myself, you know?

I have no room for you.