Scribblings Of A Dramatic Introvert

What do you need me to say, As I stand here, listening to your blasphemous declarations? You tell them she's younger, she's everything. She's prettier, I've seen too. Extremely mesmerizing to the eyes. I know you've been to her apartment thrice in the last four days, Now you tell them you didn't want to seem desperate on the fourth day, but, She makes you see heaven, you vouch. You're in love, you say again. How? I'm still standing outside your door, Awestruck. So it was indeed her. She's not even smart, I've heard. Even now you tell your friends she only eats takeout meals. She can't make magic with Efo riro like you say I do. She's just another challenge to you. Can't you see she would bore you in no time? Can't you see I've given it all I can? Can't you see how I trust you so much? How you made me ease into you and lose my damn mind? I saw you with her two months ago. She was smiling,...

Walking through the same route, Returning from night classes where I stay for less hours now. I've laughed out loud at things that hurt me, and I've given sarcastic replies to shield myself from piety. I've stared long and hard into my future, Raising my eyes back devoid of feelings. Shed tears at simple matters, and Lost friends who either called me selfish or a sick proud soul. So this midnight as I find my way back to my cradle, Everything rushes in. My earplugs are blaring 'Beautiful night' on repeat; A song that I fancy just for the sonorous beats, The lyrics I doubt I'd ever relate to. My flashlight is out, But my feet know their way home. My lips are eager to mumble nicer words, To everyone of them. I keep walking. By morning, it would all be gone. These memories, This knot in my belly. It definitely is a beautiful night.

23/11. Tonight, I'd stay wrapped up in my fluffy blankets, Pick at my purple fingernails smeared in messy polish, Occasionally glance up at the patterns I've made in ink, high up on my yellow walls. My eyes have learnt to skip the daily reminder of my goals I put up there though; (It's routine to scoff at that lately.) I'd shield my eyes from the 100 Watt light bulb That otherwise threatens to blind me, Kick my feet high in the air, Tune up the music volume on my poor quality headset, (I've been dying to get a $300 worth Beats by Dre headset) But it's loud enough to blare through my eardrums. I definitely do not mind one bit; Loud enough to take me floating through the seven heavens and nine clouds, Or at least make a show of doing just that. Loud music, Lazy scribblings, And definitely long naps under fluffy blankets- That's my forté. S.I.Y.A.H

We don't talk much anymore. Actually, we don't talk at all  I. It probably happens to a lot of us; We meet up with another beautiful soul, Fascinated as our eyes shimmer in pure adoration. We get drawn to each other; Late night chats, Good morning texts, Long phone calls into the evenings. We shared every of our dreams. Giggling, as our goals clashed time and again, Ticking items of the soulmate target, A down to earth kinda challenge. "I've found another best friend, This would last forever." We told each other, and talked even more; Split our souls in halves and exchanged a part each. The stars aligned our fates, as our fingers reached for one another.  II. The evenings are lonely these days. The cold nights, a recurring torture, And the stars have begun to bear another meaning. How much do I miss you? I really can't put a figure on that. I can tell you it gets me slipping outta my head a lotta times though. How the good...