Too Complicated

I miss you. I don’t know why. You were just a passing perfume. You didn’t feel like it was meant to be. Even I, a travelling buyer never had the direct interest at first. It slowly came as I saw a specialty that was quite intriguing.

If that is how simple it was why do I crave only your fragrance? I tend to look at every other around me every day, gain and lose interests for them. Yet even while enjoying them it is you that I try to find. Comparison develops before I even think of it. You continue to be a chief basis.

“You think I am drunk?”

Well my heart is, I am completely sober.

I keep on moving forward every single day, my heart however wanders in all directions and then leads itself through the maze to you.

You keep being a light shining it’s light on me even in the darkness.

“Where are you?” I ask myself stopping in between the crowd.

“Where am I?”

I seem to have an insane addiction when thinking about you, going on and on and on. A brainless pleasure for piercing myself real smoothly.

I swear! Where in heavens do you get the indirect strength to haunt me and where do I intake the drug that keeps you inside me.

“What is it I wonder. I would having that from tomorrow if I knew”

You give me a confusion that transcends through oceans but that aims to reach you at some point without prediction.

“Why do you……well you know?” they ask me.

Others say I’m obsessed. Well let me clarify right now.

“I’m complicated.”

Perhaps it was your slender figure, your warmth perhaps too depth defying or maybe it was your straight hair. Perhaps it tickled more than just my nose, sent a part of you deep inside while it was at it.

Or or or I know it must have been your face, too sweet for comfort. Must have been those eyes too. I am so casting a contradicting curse on the person that made you right now.

Look at me, flirting on a piece of paper. Confusion at it’s best.

This is so complicated. I am so so complicated.

You are a well I want to escape but I wish for you to give me water at least thrice a week.

I need to fill the void. I need a new fragrance. I yearn for one every minute.

“But I so wish you were the new one.”

“Again!”

“Why?” Even I ask myself. “WHY?? Tell me!”

(A drop)

“Even I’m trying to understand” said the heart.

 

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