His Roommate

This is a tribute to you, his roommate.

The one he hugged when he went to sleep, the one he would talk about constantly, though call you an idiot. Also the one who has his best friend in a new city. Yes, this is for you.
I can't begin to express how much I envy you, for being there by his side all this while, when he suddenly got grumpy or when he suddenly started smiling. I wanted to be there for those moments, and those times when I sincerely wished I was you, because you got to hug him and sleep during the night. But I also thank you for the same and many other things.
This is to you who always he believed that he was a innocent even though all proved against.
To you, who was convinced that he loved me, even though he said he didn't. How were you so sure?
For all those times when you let me cry on your shoulder and heard every sob story I had to say about him. And the belief you gave me, that someday, it would all be alright.
You've seen our relationship since it was an infant. And you've seen it grow and fall down and bruise itself over and over again. You were there when it died, it's slow painful death. And you saw how it killed me and didn't touch him. You were there through it all, when after all, you were a stranger to me. I am eternally thankful.

I still remember the time when you told me to give it another shot, cause you said you knew how he felt. Just that thought gave me happiness. You always give me happiness. And ironically, more than he did, at that point. There were times when he said I should be with you, cause you understood me that well. Also those times, when he would scream at me for talking to you so much. Wow. I never thought I'd see him insecure.

Also, the most painful time, when I realized he moved on from me, and it killed me a little everyday, you urged me to talk to him. You tried to show him my pain. It's not your fault he didn't care, I'm just glad you did. And that time when I saw him love someone else, I just wish you were there, cause you'd know exactly how to make it better, with your stupid jokes, or just that reassuring hug.

He might call you the biggest idiot in the world and beat you up when he's frustrated. Deep down, he's just a confused child who needs that best friend to bully over. And he found you. But I'm glad. Because no one understands him the way you do, or ever will. He might think he knows you inside out, when it's quite the contrary.

And I will always be thankful to him, for bringing you into my life. Because even if things aren't the same between Him and me, there's nothing changing what's between the both of us.

You are the best friend anyone could have. And you'd make a splendid boyfriend too. I'll be your wing man. :)

Now, I'm a stronger person, I've moved on. But someday there will be another guy who comes along, with another roommate. And that day, I'll find another friend :)

I trust you to be that support for him and take care of the idiot that he is.

Dash and Dhruv, this is for both of you and I don't even need to say why.

You'll always be my angel in disguise :)

Almost Lover

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind images
You sang me spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes clever trick

Well I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never ever forget these images no


Well I'd never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?

So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot try the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind

So you're gone and i'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did i make it that easy to walk
Right in and out of my life?

Goodbye my almost lover
Goodbye my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Why can't you just let me be?

So long my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

That sunny day

I'll come around on sunny day darling
When your grass is fresh and green
and your birds sing songs so happy
The songs you sang for me

I'll come around darling
when I can take the heat of the blazing sun
and love it for what it is,
And if that's not love,
then my darling, what is?

I'll come around my love
The day you realize what you've done
I'll come around for sure,
the day you make me your sun.

And I'll wait my dear
for that day to come along,
I'll wait, I'll play that same old song,
till my dear, that familiar tune shows you the way,
And I'll wait my dear, for that fine sunny day.

Numb

Do I feel anything running through my veins?
Do I feel the cool water when it rains?
Do I know if you love me?
Was it love that ever freed me?
When I close my eyes I'm colourblind
When I open, there's nothing I find

I'm dancing, the music's in my head
I wake up and find tear stains on my bed

What have I turned into?
What have I become? Am I still living, or am I just numb?

Rain

He: "well, i can’t stop the pain
when it calls
i’m a man
and i can’t stop the rain
when it falls, my darling
who can?"

Me: My darling, hold an umbrella.

Mine

Suddenly, Time stopped mattering and so did people.
You and me
And Music.
Need I say more?

Quench

You wanted water, I hope your thirst is quenched. Bye
The last message you wanted it to be. How could that happen? It's us after all.
I see you running, towards her and away from me. And you tell me you're standing right there, only trying to build her world again. And what about mine? Are you okay with crushing it with your foot?
I've always been possessive of love. Since I was little, if anyone touched my mom, I would make angry faces at them and bang my own head against the floor. Maybe you're right, I haven't grown up. And maybe when I grow up, I'll kill. Well you also never know who I am talking about here.
So busy trying to build her world that those 3 words just slipped out did they? So easily, when all my trust and insecurities were in those 3 words, how could you just go give them away? Add another word to that and it would still be true. 4 words. 4, my lucky number. Ha.
And then you say I didn't mean it, does she know that? I am tempted to run to her, and tell her myself, stay away, you're only a season. Don't take away the rest of the seasons of his love and his life.
If this means I'm insecure, maybe I am, maybe I always will be. Was Acceptance the part you missed out?
I've cut and pasted parts of life for you and this last thread I'm hanging on after the terrible way it was severed. For you. For you being six, divided by the two of us, making it 3, your lucky number
I do understand math.
And I do love you,
But I'm still thirsty.