Playing Hearts With Me.

And tonight I’m sitting in my room

While my friends are wondering what to do

With me.

You were a heart collector, placin’ them like trophies

On top of your bar,

I wish I knew,  I’ld have never let you play hearts

With me.

You were a ball of regrets,

But I was waiting on the rare moments

When you  gave me happiness,

I forgot who I was, never knew who you are or

That you were not meant to be

With me.

You made me live a double life,

One was wondering what’s happening,

One was half alive,

I waited too long on a phone call,

That would have lit fireworks in my eyes

But you chose the cold side of otherwise.

Sometimes I cant help wondering,

If you still are as important, to someone, as you were to me,

I hope you are.

You still are a pretty person that one can’t trust too far,

Chasing my heart, Dancing with my heart,

Running away to place it as another trophy on your bar,

While I was wishing you’d run away,

With me.

You weren’t close to what I wished you’d be

But I never complained cuz then I never wanted anyone else,

You did well with the few scars wherever you got a chance to leave,

I can tell what it felt, leaning in to kiss u, with a smile,

But I can also sketch down the hurt and disappointment,

You gifted me everyday wishing id have never succumbed to your lies.

What’d I do, I still don’t know honestly,

If you again decide to play hearts

With me.

I am Marissa Cooper :)

Love Me

Hey! So, for a very very long time I had been longing to create a poem, Well, I had no Muse, but my passion to write was stronger than my luck of having one… so I have mind-created this whole poem. And I hope you like it. =)

So what if I wrote you a poem and never tell you about it?

Cuz pretty-heart, that’s what I plan to do,

I want you to be my Muse and paint you down in writing,

And I wonder how hard shall it be to do.

They told us on the News, Tonight there’s no Moon out in the sea,

The clouds are spread out like the blanket you must be using to sleep,

How shall they navigate, when the merchants can’t see the stars,

The tide is high and the winds are stronger,

Do you think the shore will witness them kiss their partners?

Doesn’t this make Love interesting? The danger is romantic.

The wait makes it worth it, and the fear of losing – makes you appreciate it.

You give me the same type of rapturous delights,

That I sought for too long but could never find,

You give me the inner-peace and silently steal away my afflictions,

It’s like I believe u and I can trust u, and with you -

I don’t have to worry about waking up to a man’s dreadful indifference.

I wonder what air you breathed when you grew up,

That has made you a man of words,

Cause I have met too many before

And they only taught me to expect worse.

I can hardly keep my calm around you

And you take no time to drive me wild

And you see me for who I am and not the masks and covers I try.,

You told me the other night, when we lay in the garden watching stars

And the extra  tides-water drizzled on us, like magic from above,

“Babe, I can tell this Courage mask is fake, I can tell you are scared”

I said – “I know what Affection is meant for,   to liberate,

But rather it comes along with memories of pleasure,

past regrets, passion & old pain.

I would never hurt you but I don’t wanna hold new pair of hands again.”

And you said

“Free fall.

Love me with the love you couldn’t  put to use,

Love me with the remainder of the love you had to lose,

Love me like you are mad at me, Love me like you love me,

Love me till you realize that there’s nothing happier than to love me.

Love me with the passion of a lover meeting his love after 365 days,

Love me with the trust and faith of a thousand saints,

Love me with the enthusiasm of a World Record winner,

Love me with the undiscovered pleasures of a sinner,

Love me like you’ve never loved before in your life,

Love me like I’m forever yours and let me love you like u r mine.”

The Real Life

The Real life

In Real Life , you don’t let go of people as easily and effortlessly as the fairy tales teach you. Or as letting go of a balloon on a crowded luxury street, where you don’t even notice the balloon you just let out.

In Real Life, it’s much harder, more painful and more mind-fucking. It takes away more sleep, gives more paranoia and makes you imagine worse things than you could be doing on drugs(if you are like me, a paranoid druggie). 

Then you yell at that someone, if things are still fine and he calls you or takes your calls.. but like, in most of the cases, you text them abusive stuff and then they text you back a mere “grow up” or similar. And it infuriates you and then you begin contemplating, and begin regretting, regretting him more than the texts you sent, and the abusive language more than ever giving him a chance when you never even found him close to attractive.. and then you sit up and think – I thought I was better than that, I thought I would let go gracefully, I am not immature, how dare he call me that.

And then these things run on loops in your head, over and over again… till its 5am.. and you are frustrated to not be able to sleep, and whilst all this, he is fucking her, or she is fucking him, or they are dead asleep or texting each other or there is a new prey…. Why am I even thinking all this, I know I don’t care.
Then you keep having these make-believe situations in your head of the future, of the surprise run-ins, and it never fucking ends. And you don't wanna think of that old part of your life anymore, but here you can't stop. You regret even letting it be a part of you for as long as you did, but you can't still stop thinking..

And insomnia, gifted to you… this is what happens in Real Life. In the Real Life, there are no gracefully, with poise, letting gos. We are humans, if we get hurt – we abuse, if we get hurt intentionally, we hurt them back. Even if I come from the Land of Gandhi, I am not Gandhi, that is why there was only one, Mahatma!

In the Real Life, you never receive flowers, or texts or incessant phone calls till your heart melts, no guy runs after you when you walk away.

In Real life, boys don’t come running back to you in the middle of the night, don’t sneak in through your window or buy you chocolates or sing you songs or hold your hands when you are mad at them, they don’t pick you up and scare you till you start laughing and forget whatever made you mad.

In Real life, They just leave and never say a word to you again.
And you have to make that choice to let go and never look back.

Back to Strangers

She had never met a guy with more annoying confidence in pursuing his dreams,
and more annoying confusion in knowing who to keep!
Than the one who stole her heart & failed to return it in one piece.

She had never met a man with more conceited, decided character,
who had another, a feeble one- causing ambiguity which were double,
his traits of indecisiveness, she failed to endure much longer.

... And now they are Friends,
Friends who'd sit online on whatsapp but won't initiate a convo, friends with altered behaviour and poisoned rapport,
Or Strangers,
Strangers that don't have a chance to be acquainted to a fresh start, Strangers to whom she can't say "Hey! Where r u from?"
He still possesses the power over her heart,
He could make her skip beats anytime he'd want,
& between torturous grief and delightful raptures, he'd make her run back and forth,
He could make her physically sick, could make her moods drop,
& Make her puppy sad, everytime he argues, and he argues a LOT!


Maybe we ran too fast, that we ran out of gas,
maybe violent desires do have violent ends,
Maybe we reached the mountain peak
And aint there anymore left to climb,
Maybe we killed the magic over the thousands of times we'd fight.
And I know I handed him the scissors to cut me off,
And I wanna take it back and dig its fucking grave in a hidden park.

His emotions were too overwhelming for my heart,
&  my heart was scared of feeling,
& what if he'd break my heart?
And see it happened now,
and now he'd take his stupid giggle to another stranger from another cafe or another bar.

Pablo Neruda

"I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.” 
― Pablo Neruda

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."
- Pablo Neruda

"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us."
-Pablo Neruda

“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land” 
― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.” 
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.” 
― Pablo Neruda


“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us” 
― Pablo Neruda



“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.” 
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair



“Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?” 
― Pablo Neruda