Sometimes I promise you 
I will not be the same person again.

Sometimes I tell you stories about how much my dad loves my mom
and promise you that we will just be like them. 

Sometimes i reckon’ that shattering voice when I am outside your door
and I promise you that I’ll stay and never be the reason for it.

But I break promises 😦 
and I do hurt you at times

But love,
I want you to know that anger is a part of me.
But it’s not all of me.

I want you to know this today that…
I am discovering what should i keep in me
and what should i let go of me.
You are always like this mirror to me. 
Giving me answers. Point at my scars
and still making me feel beautiful.
and I am very fortunate for that…

Sometimes I say too much and
you react too quickly. 
We lose momentum, and then we gain it
we lose it and we gain it again. 
But we don’t stop.
And hopefully we never will.

You know,
When I read that
Whales helped the swimmers.
When they discovered that
Dogs can be best friends.

I knew that there is not much of a difference
between humans and animals. It is not even the difference of emotions.
It is the way we interpret what we feel and what we do about it.
That is the dwelling of difference.
Guilty makes us human… sometimes more than anything else.

You see…
A person can not aboard from his character
but he who doesn’t try too often is not a man either.

I understand very well that I have hurt you today
and that ‘I am not supposed to talk to you’
But it is a big part of who I am now.
And talking to you makes me realize that
even if my whole world is tearing apart
in front of my eyes…
As long as i have you, I can save it.
And I can build it all over again.

So here I am,
trying one more time to gain the momentum.
To fix the broken and make you smile.

And if you think its worth a chance…

This is an Apology. 








On most days,
Real and perfect seem to me as opposite sides of a coin.

Baby, I try to give you all of me.
Blood and sweat.
Roses and sunny days…
But sometimes,
My scars get the better of me than the constant desire to be perfect.

Today that I have hurt you,
I want you to know some snippets of my sadness.

It is hard for me to forget people.
They are not things.
They have hearts.
And sometimes when they leave me like things.
I doubt what I feel about people.
I try to convince myself that it may be my fault…
I close my eyes sometimes.
And sometimes I look in mirrors to find that loophole
which made me just like something loaded by mistake in their life.
Either way,
It is hard to let go of them.

But it is even harder to forget the girl who is always there for me.

My love,
Sometimes I have days without light.
I don’t know when the sun comes out.
I don’t know what to feel on those days.

But since you have been here now,
I don’t mind the darkness. 

It may make some days to pass by like calendar dates
but I will never ask you to fit in, in this world of mine.
I won’t ask you to complete me.
I know two unfit pieces don’t make a puzzle.
But as long as we are in the same puzzle box…
I am okay with it.
But baby,
Are you okay with it?

Tonight, the haze is draping around my neck
and it is getting tighter with each question.

I accept you for every thing that you are.
And i accept you in worlds where we don’t belong.

Do you accept me for who I am?
Do you accept me
when I am