If I want you, that should be forever

I fell in love with a boy named you,

Who photographed my favourite lunch, And the hot drink I would brew.

HE – who gave me the flushes with every ping,

That my eyes stop shuttering till the last wink. I liked the way he listened to my stupid rants,

And acted like a muscular Superman, Serving me the finest pick-up line,

Like “roses are red, violets are blue, Sugar is sweet, and so are you.”

Which then froze my heart like an Arctic igloo.

I fell in love with a boy named tempered,

Though he was not a policeman in navy blue,

That pulled off a glock while finding the clues,

Or a soldier in green,

That never for a second went unseen,

Be it a revolver or C4,

That his car had in store,

I’d still like him to the core?

All this while,

I could never understand how

He made me feel protected,

Cos all I know about him was just a Rover Boy in grey, and devoted,

Leaving my heart knotted for two years, and I was elated.

I fell in love with a boy named little things, Who would carry his Deuter sling, To countries I wished to be in, in spring, And brought me home tulips with a stare of – “Nothing much, darling.”

He is never ashamed of me in front of his mummy,

Sticking post-it notes of the important dates, Like my birthday and weight,

Classes at seven or eight,

The latest statuses I update,

And of course, the words I have said.

I fell in love with a boy named inspiration, Whose name was in my graded assessment, I plotted them perfectly in a white square fragment,

Sprinkled with a little bit too much of imagination,

Describing all the best cameras he mentioned, And the editing skill he put in with full concentration.

I titled it “99 polaroids before my marriage”

Cos I thought, on the 100th, Perhaps, it would be him, Who rode with me in a carriage.

I fell in love with a boy named efforts,

Who got the demon inside him thrown out,

So that I could see the angelic side, For that’s important to catch my heart, Cos he couldn’t afford to break us apart. Regardless of the numerous girlfriends he has had,

Or the sassy chicks he has rejected. Name me the profanities or curse words he cascaded,

Loyalty was what I inherited.

I fell in love with a boy named egoistic, Who stood still looking so pathetic, Over this love that was known to be onesided,

When his feelings I left unattended, But in silence,

Little did he know

I had already accepted?

But I couldn’t say it aloud, honey,

For we were tied with nothing,

And I was so scared of that one “thing” Which was you, I would be losing.

I fell in love with a boy named heartbroken, The new metaphor that killed me in silence, Don’t ask me why all these are in the past tense,

Cos “we were” is what we are now, no offence!