Has this combination of words been used before?

Closed mouth kisses and tangled legs,

Hands, sheets and hair;

Hungry lips and metro rides, retro comedy, leather jackets,

comics, magic pop and popcorn;

Himalayan Lagoons,  smoke and sunset

Sand beneath toes, pancakes, bear hugs

boulders, sweat and blood;

slow dance, vodka and chai,

poetry, people and Stardust;

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Succeeding in Heartbreak

I will not shed cliche tears,
Instead
I will try mixing different proportions of milk, cream, coffee, chocolate and cinnamon too
I will cook, prepare my own meals, not spend a dime on eating out;

I will not reminisce about the past
Instead
I will dip my hands in paint, doodle the loneliness away;

I will not eat ice cream and watch friends or a silly rom-com.
Instead
I will watch the ‘Schindler’s list’, ‘A beautiful Mind’ and ‘Fight Club’ maybe
And more, which they say one must;
We could talk about movies then, long conversations
And not the ones which go like:
You : “Hi, have you seen the Perks of being a Wallflower?”
Me: “Yes I have. I really liked that movie.”
”You: “So did I.
Me: “Hmm.”
You: “Hmm.”
I won’t check my phone for text messages. Let them pile up;
A large number will increase the probability of one being from you,
I will not use my phone much; Only when mom calls.

I won’t get drunk and rant my mess away
Instead
I quit drinking; it’s been a month already.
I plan on not drinking for a long time now,
But maybe celebrate the day you return with champagne. Or vodka.
Champagne is pricey.

I will write to you,
I’ll write often;
Instead
I will work on my book:
I’ll mention you in the acknowledgements
Like I promised.
When you come back, we will have a lot to talk about;
When you come back, I will have a lot of stories to tell;
I hope you do too;

Write love on your arms

For my unborn daughter

  1. Reach out to the sky. Put your hands on your neck and feel yourself throbbing. Rhythmically. Layers of stars like translucent blankets over blankets. Live for it.
  2. Dip your fingers in paint. Smudge the walls. Paint a rainbow, bask in its glow.
  3. Buy an expensive perfume. Fall in love with your scent.
  4. Rummage through your vanity. Wear the wine red lipstick you’ve always wanted to.
  5. Draw a bath. Pour bubblebath. Light some candles. Pamper yourself. You deserve it.
  6. Dye your hair a crazy color. Better yet, chop it off. It’ll always grow back.
  7. Call your mother. Tell her you love her. She loves you too.

Smudges of ink and mud.

The wind whispers secrets from across the oceans. Percolating to my roots,

A lover’s spat, giggling teens, a war and squeaky babies,

Casual banter, alcohol, hash, I’ve seen them fighting with shadows,

Convincing they’re worth following;

Hands clutching bottle mouths like edges of stars,

Sunshine, teeth, comets and blood;

Dew drops, acid, tears and sweat,

I’m not meant for salt, his least favorite word is pansy, he doesn’t mind gay,

Hers is almost;

Poetry, prose, fiction, honey, butterflies and scissors,

Axe, dogs and men and trampled upon, spattered;

With mud and paint, I’ve known it all;

Jumbled thoughts, I hide behind metaphors,

Music, beats and rhythmic sobs.

What you lose when you say Goodbye

Orange trucks,memories,piggy back rides,
Mid day texts and smiley faces,green snap backs,
7 year olds, curly hair and white dresses,
Hands intertwine in a zipper of prayer, purple balloons,
Wine, a friend, a lover, family;
Blue umbrellas and words of encouragement, sling bags and doodles;
I down bottles pretending their mouth is someone else’s, success at heartbreak,my eyes are raisins;
tea, almonds and cakes,
Fluttery lashes,bracelets,knuckles, and grey skies
Million kisses on the nose, teardrops, sweat and blood;
Caress, touch, breath, dew, pumpkins and fall
turquoise sky, second chances and love;

When a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.

If a dresser in your room contains his shades, break them,
If that random character who describes the scenery has his gait, kill him,
If he tells you he loves you even before he’s met you, it’s a trap,
If he refuses to let you pay for lunch, insult him, in front of the whole cafe,
If he refuses to see you off at the airport, get on that flight and never come back,
If the book you gave him when you first met, lies somewhere at the back of his wardrobe, demand it back;
Save it for your daughter. Tell her about him;
If he’s afraid of dogs, leave him,
If he reminds you of how your grandpa died, tell him to fuck himself;
Yes, kill him in all your prose,
If he lets you go, leave;
Kiss new people until the touch of his lips wears off,
Take a shower, dust him off,
Scrub away every bit of him, scrub till your skin begins to chaf,
Chop your hair or get dreads,
Wear that eyeliner, support a blue lip;
But never take him back.

I’m a ‘spatterer’

I’ve always wanted to be to able to draw,
sketch,
paint,
I’ve always felt envious of artists;
I can never tie the perfect braid,
my winged eyeliner is a a straight line and my nails,
are gooey gobs of colour.
I, once made chocolates from scratch,
he refused to eat them, he said they looked “unappealing”
(They were delicious, Trust me, I know,
I was the only one who ate them)
Slicing an apple, taking clay out of a mold,
You name it, I mar it.
I’ve never iced a cake but if I do,
it’ll be nothing but a big sugary blob;
My mom calls it having a neat hand, Precision,
Anything I do is all but neat,
Aesthetic;
I am more of what I say a “spatterer”
Let it flow,
splash,
drop,
get up.