February in my bed.

It’s 6 am, Im still battling our memories, thanks to you.

What month is it June ? No, September.

Been up since when, I don’t remember,

Since my bed is a February night in an Arctic nation,

Im afraid, you took away my peace,

when you took away your passion,

And you took away all of it, real well, like a hungry beggar.

Just come back once and take away these memories aswell,

Like how You wanted what made us happy, before u’ld completely wake up.

A girl full of whiskey in demeanour of Ganga jal,

So unashamed, untamed and unapologetically original.

Your fire was the kinetic energy of the waterfall, the blue of the flame,

Accelerator of a car, Turbulence of a plane.

And now you left the turbulence in my head,

I sit with my friends, I make-up names,

And talk incessantly about you and me,

Till they are tired of me and call it a day,

But I still must talk about you,

Like I’m doing now, to you.

To the one, with the fire and the passion and flaming self-respect,

Do you see anything beyond it, like what emotions can beget?

You are everything one needs,

You are money to me, you don’t care about anything,

and now you don’t care about me.

I turn my days into nights,

With my mind full of your memories and heart full of sighs,

Amidst all my arguments with myself, you come to me,

Quietly, beneath the sheet of the night,

Driving on the roads that look like black lace lost its shine,

You come in like the old times, with a smile,

So secretive, I’m sure that even the moon didn’t find,

your connections shouldn’t know cuz they would assail,

You told me, and I laughed cuz it’s like the old times,

Let me guess, you followed your instincts, cuz ur instincts never fail.

I can’t help but wish this night never ends, Sun never shows,

and you my dear, never ever go,
I ask you, selfishly, You miss me?
"If I miss you, I'll miss you like the waves miss the shore."
You tell me,
"If I dont, You're a blur memory, a thought, nothing more."
I'm hanging on the former,

Now my room’s not a February night anymore,
Fuck with whatever issue that rose,
To hell with the promises we made,
the bitter memories that came in the way,
Bury the arguments, boundaries, ignore what caused this pain,
No taking sides, Let's not fight tonight,
We are both right and both wrong, equally or eaually not at all,
Let's not stress, come to me easy, like you did before.

And now the east wind cant crash my hopes,

But it still came in and crashed my window,

I wake up, you aren’t here.

If this wind didn’t hit, or if you were this wind,

or if I had never hidden the skeletons to begin with.

Now I hope I don’t think of you,

Or I see you when I close my eyes,

Oh you never used to close your eyes,

Oh I miss your fire on this February night,

sitting here without a Valentine.