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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.