At times, I enjoy the silence.
I love the night.
The quietness.
I like some alone-time.
But at times, I like the crowd, the everyone, the atmosphere when us all are together.
Laugh with me through the day,
constantly put up that smile of yours on your face,
entertain the nonsensical part of me,
correct me straight in my face when I'm wrong.
Sit by me and say nothing when I shut up just that very next moment,
withstand my uncalled moodswings,
never fail to give me that tight warm hug at the end of the day.
Just lie by me with no conversations made,
but never feel bored nor empty.
Be it whether the date lasts half an hour,
or the entire day,
let me enjoy it with you and be myself.
I'm no one, nobody.
I constantly remind myself not to expect,
because at the end of time,
they all lead to nothing but a disappointment.
There's this selfish part of me.
Nevertheless, deep down, I never fail to expect.
Be it of myself or of anyone else.
And expectedly, I'll be my own disappointment.
But I can say nothing but keep it inside,
let the hurt heal on its own with time.
Until I disappoint myself once again,
this cycle continues.
Are you capable?
I'm never easy like that.
Cause not many can take me this way. My extremes.