The Inked Spilled Booklet

When I was five, the ink spoiled my magic booklet with a very few alphabets visible.
I held close the spoiled wonder, nothing was ever the same.
Then I grew up to be like eight,
that's when I read my first fairytale.
I waited for my prince charming,
On a white horse like a knight.
Maybe if not that, I waited for the creator of my forever, my very own fairytale.
Never knew till eleven the demons would overtake.
I read about the ghosts, the villians, the evil men. Read about the aliens, space and everything spiced.
By the time I was eleven a guy promised me to be my Knight,
And with despair I turned him down;
Oh, well because he didn't carry his crown.
I grew up to fourteen with guys asking me out;
I no longer waited for my prince charming, hence I turned them all down.
At fifteen I read about myself.
Of how I was made, an arrangement of atoms that were alike.
I read about science, I studied math.
And just like that, made music my life.
By sixteen I met a guy who gave butterflies in my mind,
everytime I met him, my heart would never abide.
By sixteen I got my first heartbreak and then on a quest to fix it, I found myself.
By sixteen I wondered if he's the one I still like.
But then I Completed my sixteen years of existence and got the best present of my life.
The ink spilled magic booklet did bring a smile.

So yesterday when I read it again, with broken alphabets I could barely recognize.
I had lost my belief in magic for long, but there I was waiting for miracles once again.
Yet again I waited for the Knight and yet again came the knight;
But this time with long hair and dress so fine.
I was my savior and I was knight.
The ink spilled magic booklet spelled a magic in my hand.
This time I could save me and I could save them all.

Sometimes 🌟

Sometimes, right beneath my eyes I see us both together, just like the old times.
Sometimes right infront of my eyes, I see us dancing on Ed's track and just like that I think out loud.
Sometimes I see the same car as yours and wish to see your number on the number plate.
And sometimes I also see your last seen and wish I was the last person you talked to, just like the old times.
But old times never return and neither do you. But memories does. They come in flashbacks and echoes.
Sometimes I hope we didn't turn out the way they told us we would.
Sometimes everything goes blurry and pain is all that is left.
Sometimes I'm not fine at all and I see you do perfectly fine and it breaks me a little.
Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and stop myself right there.
Sometimes I wish I could fall out of love just the way you did.
Sometimes I see your picture, and stars inside my head gets tangled and my whole universe drops.
Sometimes I wish to move on like you did.
Just sometimes I wish too much.