It’s like there are two dogs that I hold inside of me. One wants to sit on my lap and lick my hand, and play and run and go for long walks. Then there is the other, It wants to grimace and growl and bare its teeth, and rip the face off this world and
I keep seeing spirits in front of my eyes white wisps of smoke floating by why are these ghosts taking shelter in my mind? They do not belong here am I just turning into a ghost myself? No one sees me, no one knows am I invisible? Yes. Better luck next time finding you. I
She had love entranced into every part of her being. her skin was woven with love her heart pumped love yet, she felt miserable. Her eyes captured the view outside, a melancholic painting. the gloomy weather, the dark trees. the silence coming from the still of life and besides the rustling of trees from the
I can trace all the routes, To and fro in my mind, Remembering grey skies, With incessant rains. My footprints wear into the concrete, With incessant pacing. Over these beloved miles… ~ PIA MAJUMDAR
I deeply apologize that your fingertip’s burnt as you touch mine. I deeply apologize that you learn about pain but I’ve memorized it. For I myself, don’t know why my love burns those who try. If you want to connect with me, follow me here- Insta- pia.majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar New story at Wattpad- Will
The line between consent and assault is blurred in my memory If I gave consent – but I was only a child while he was three years ahead, a senior taking advantage of a freshman is that considered non-consensual? Even though I did not say no. This memory has been suppressed for over two years
I’m gonna sit on your lap make you hard I know you hate disobedience but the punishments make me smile I want to make you mad so you can take it out on me once you get me tied up tonight we won’t be getting any sleep Your eyes just turned so dark tell me
Let yourself be free from shackles that are holding you back from moving forward. Let yourself, be free ❤ I am in an amazing mood you see, will be right back with a new banger(I mean story), stay tuned friends 😉 ❤ 🙂 Let’s connect- Instagram- Pia Majumdar Twitter- Pia Majumdar
Here’s a new poem, I wrote this while I was having my cold coffee and bf started to leave. Although he just left for work, l wrote the poem signifying the absence of your lover when you break up. Hurts a lot, sadly 😭🤧 Anyways, don’t worry guys, everything is okay 😍✌️ My iced coffee
She was the first star Next to the moon Like a diamond ring In the nights sky Then something changed When he walked away now she’s the sea In the midst of a storm Thrashing around Ready to flood the world consuming everything in her way. . . . Hey guys I started writing a new
Even if I waited, as I would, On the harbor of the sea from which you’ve drifted, it’s all changed now, we have drifted apart. © pia.majumdar ♥️🥀
Hey would you listen? If I said the words you don’t want to hear the words I have locked into my soul the words that would make you feel nothing at all Hey Would you smile? Smile for me, tell me I know If I told you that I loved you dear loved you more
They were in a cafe, drinking hot cappuccino and cold macchiato at 8 p.m. It’s the same cafe when he asked her to be his girlfriend a year ago. The boy kept looking down to his phone without giving a **** about a girl in front of him. “Should we break up?” She asked, tried
Remember those nights, when you were five I sat and held you down to calm your soul After your father left you The anger you had at 14, which you took out on me The lost time we had because of the two jobs I had in order for us to make it But it
Once Storm was a little girl No one loved her As she bought heavy destruction with her Wherever she went. She couldn’t love the man Who yearned for her touch How could she have loved him? When she knew, even with the slightest touch He won’t survive her curse. © Pia Majumdar
Everything changed the year that we got married.And after that, we moved out to the suburbs.How young we were, how ignorant, how readyto think the only history was our own. A captive, hostage of your vicious anger.The facade of your caring baby blue eyesnow contorted with vicious cruelty.My once unbroken bodynow a mess of tangled
Tried to keep you out, but kept coming crawling back to you…. every time. What will you call this?
I look in a mirror. I see my reflection. Staring back at me. I look in a window. I see my reflection. Running from me. I look in the water. I see my reflection. It’s rippling. But all this time. When I see my reflection. My reflection is the wall behind me.
I found my paradise, right in time 😉
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It’s the sound only silence makes. So loud and dark, it only comes when a heart breaks. It’s the loudest silence you’ve ever heard, It can’t be hushed with any words. When you hear, your own heart breaks. So why keep listening for goodness sakes? Cause your living in a perfect world under glass. You
Breaking silently, Without any difficulty Open your eyes and you’ll see, What a broken heart is meant to be. As it’s already past midnight, But not a light in you shines Maybe after sunrise, You’ll start to recognize, The blurry face in your dreams, That’s me waiting for you to realize. I wish I could
He was the devil, his curse was He was a worshiper, her body his altar They represented disdain through all who knew them But she was a drug and He was addicted Drip drip, all sinned in their own way.
There was never an us like the book i dropped my pages wrinkled never to be flat and smooth again paper billowing like waves Every time I fold over the cover to read the story between lines I froze I remembered the long aching nights for a connection a touch, but not yours A touch
I want you to stop playing me, But I don’t want you to stop having sex with me I want you to stop pushing me, But I don’t want you to stop Doing all that you do for me. I want you to stop fucking tripping, But I don’t want you to go anywhere. Cheap
There so many things I would like to say to him. Things I feel he did to me that are notfair but what person would I be if I did? There is no victory in foolish blame neither is there saving with a heart that is filled with anger and hatredYou must do it with
I love your eyes. Wet, filled with desire. I love them most when they stare back into mine. Not a word needs to be said. A breath between us two, Each craving met, my eyes trailing yours. The way they bend shut when your legs stretch out And your arms wrap around me. The natural
I grabbed his face and his tongue pushed past my teeth like a battering ram I wanted to destroy everything He has the fire and I have the fuel Together we could really fuck things up.
Remember those ‘dabba’ days when we used to share ours together without caring who thought what of us judging with their hungry eyes. Remember those ‘dabba’ days when the teacher turned his back on his we immediately started to gorge on food opening tiffins without thinking what was inside. Remember those ‘dabba’ days when my