(Warning: This may be a trigger for some)
I N N U M B E R S
You, sweetheart, loved me in numbers.
the number of digits we exchanged in the coffee shop,
the days you waited for me to call,
my fingers that found home entwined with yours.
the pages I inked as an ode to you,
the bouquet of flowers I received after our first fight,
the texts you deleted from my best friend.
the weeks I waited before moving in with you,
the brownies you baked for my birthday,
the sluggish seconds you gripped my arms too painfully.
the bruises my back concealed,
the shivers I felt on hearing you come in,
the sweet nothings you whispered, convincing me to stay.
the lessons you taught me with your fists,
the useless escape plans I made,
the empty bottles of vodka I found in your study.
the number of times you reminded me that I was ugly and fat and a worthless whore,
the fingers you imprinted on my cheeks,
the long hours you locked me in the closet, knowing about my claustrophobia.
the flight of stairs you pushed me from,
the elaborate lies you told my parents,
the cries I swallowed as you tried to block my airway.
the thinly veiled threats you spewed at me,
the kicks you delivered at my precious baby,
the number I dialled at midnight.
the handcuffs, sweetheart, that came for you,
the promises you made to strangle me,
the years you stayed away.
the hand that wrapped tightly around my throat,
the lone tear I shed
and the bullet that left my gun.
A wonderful illustration by @maria_uve_
I haven't stopped thinking about you since the first time we met,
you one of them people that’s just impossible to forget.
I been wondering if your single,
if it's just you,
Maybe a puppy and your silhouette?
If you are,
than I wanna throw my hat in the ring , cause you got an energy about you that makes my heart wanna sing.
And lately I been thinking about taking singing lessons,
cause music brings my heart joy,
and maybe with time,
I'll get good enough to sing to you,
and make you think I'm the real mccoy. Baby,
I'm about to deploy every tactic in my arsenal,
to touch your heart in ways that affect every particle,
filling you with so much love,
the affects will be irreversible.
Never in your life will you have experienced a deeper connection,
it'll be like were on a level that is god like,
worthy of resurrection.
The level of affection I'm talking about is so other worldly,
space and time will no longer exist,
every moment spent together will consist of ethereal melodies,
hummed to the tune of lifelong fidelity. You would be my pride and joy,
my helen of troy.
I'd go to war for you,
to assure your protection,
be there for you if ever you felt lost and in search of direction.
this not an attempt at deception.
This is my heart vocalizing it's conceived perception.
You are the object of all that I desire, the receptor of this esteemed admirer!
3844 hours ago
"So, where am I?"
"Hmph I guess some Mexican city." They were liers, his friends, they lied, cheated, left him alone. "But I know why I am here , I am gonna save him.."
"Honey!!" a voice echoed from a distance.
"Honey!!" the voice continued and got louder.
. "Where am I?" I tried to open my eyes, holy f*ck that was painful !!! "I was about to save so many times Oscar winner Leonardo DiCaprio." I tried to come up with words, my eyes paining and red.
"Oh seriously? Well I am proud of my baby by the way." she teased planting a kiss over my temple.
"Was that a dream? I was about to save..., I hope you understand the gravity of my words."
"You again watched Inception and slept in the middle, right? I guess this was the 17th time and again it planted a dream in your subconscious mind."
"I am sorry maths was never my strong subject. My love for maths is same as the love of a medical aspirant for physics."
"Haha" she laughed
"Like you prefer Leonardo DiCaprio over S.R.K." She teased again knowing that I prefer the later, passing a coffee to wake me up completely.
Special thanks for edits @ch_muskan_6215 .
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