Read to me my love
Read to me
about the bitter sugar you've been using to coat all the lies, fibs and dejected beliefs that I thought never existed.
Read to me
About how your face shone badly during the first Sunday brunch.
how I believed I was the cause.
It was surreal and something immensely synonymic to a kaleidoscope. Sounds crazy but that's how I concretely define what surreal is.
Read to me
How you were not really pleased by our last meet and how badly were you trying to bear the Sunday brunch or more like how the Sunday brunch was bearing you with that bland, dull and not so "shining " face. How you were corporeally in the moment but how your heart followed some invisible, unwanted, unknown but not so unwilling footsteps.
how everything concluded to a great transparency followed by your not so surreal but unreasonable thoughts, everything changed that day except the fact that again
I was the cause.
Read to me
About how did it feel as a "trade off" after you scorned me half way through.
How my life looked and tasted so absurd owing to over love just like my coffee tastes bitter and absurd owing to over sugar and cream.
Read to me
About the unchanged, consistency of your pretentious, hollow, unapologetic love that I thought was REAL.
Excessive love and excessive sugar can make both your coffee and life absurd and bitter. Period.
Ayushi.
