March 25, 2013 • 2 notes

it’s chilly in here.

It’s chilly in here.
But my hearts racing in my chest
And the heat’s rising in my cheeks.
I look at your face,
You look at mine.
It’s chilly in here.
But my heart provides the warmth of a security blanket.
I look into your eyes,
My palm on the glass door between us.
Your palm meets mine at the glass.
Your eyes do not.
It’s chilly in here.
My heart freezes into ice.
I speak your name.
You look away.
It’s chilly in here.
My glass heart shatters,
The shards puncturing my lungs.
I have forgotten how to breathe.
You have forgotten me.

December 27, 2012

How soon is too soon?

Is it too soon to declare this the greatest love of the century?

December 27, 2012 • 5 notes

eventually.

 
You stare at me.
I look at you.
You aren’t looking for something serious.
I’m not into meaningless flings.
You are not my type.
I’m not yours.
You are irresponsible and careless;
So cool and suave.
I’m insecure and cautious;
Such an unstable mess.
In my head I have it all worked out,
In my head I know
I don’t like you and the things you do,
Nothing will come of this.
Then I see you stare at me,
And I cant help hoping
We’ll fall in love;
Eventually.

December 27, 2012 • 1 note

well, hello.

hello,

i’m sanjna.

this is me.

i’m ordinary.

i write.

i feel.

i breathe.

i survive.

you’ll see.

i speak.

please listen.